Poor dinny cannot catch a break
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8den
No I'm pretty sure that was 8ball...
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About two weeks ago Dinny found a chicken/rib bone in the park, he was too far away from me to see but I heard his jaws crack on something and instantly his behaviour changed. He went from an incredibly bouncy puppy to a wounded sick puppy in the space of a few minutes.
I rushed him to our incredible vet, who took X-rays, and insisted he go to vetinary hospital in wandsworth, immediately. We rushed him over. We were terrified that he perferated a lung, or his osephagus. After a few days our vet came to the conclusion that while swallowing the bone he'd choked and while doing so vomited into his lungs. Antibotics cleared up the fluid in his lungs, and the bone broke down in his stomach. This day last week we took our puppy home and counted ourselves deliriously happy that we had made such a lucky escape.
Dinny spent the week at home, he was so thin and weak, we kept him indoors most of the time and no walks. He was doing great, so sweet, and getting his strength back in.
On the day of his checkup his breathing was shallow and he vomited up phelm. We took him back to our vet, who sent us back to the vetinary hospital, and our hearts sank. He could have a secondary infection he could have a foreign body in his lungs. We packed him off to the vet, the v nurse asked me is he friendly, and I nearly burst out crying saying "oh god yes".
He made some improvement on Friday. They wanted to send a camera into his lungs on friday, under general anesthetic. It was risky, he, is, was, so young, and so weak, there was a danger. See he was improving, perhaps we didn't need to take the risk, this could clear it itself in a few days. We discussed it with the vet on duty and she understood our concerns, and sugegsted that we leave it for a couple of days. I'll never forgive myself for that.
This morning (saturday) a vet called us, telling us our dinny was improving, but back on oxygen, as a precaution. That he was planning on leaving him on oxygen till monday morning, see how he was and take it from there. That just sounded ideal. He called us around six saying he was still doing okay, and we'll leave it till monday.
Then twenty minutes later our own vet called us. He was at the hospital and no dinny was not okay. He was in worse condition than when he'd seen him on thursday, and it was incredibly serious, and we should come over there now.
We rushed over, and dinny was in an awful state. Wheezing oxygen direct to his nose, weak and disorientated. We spoke at length to our vet, he was planning on giving our dinny steroids, keeping his airway open, and he would personnaly do then endoscope, tomorrow. We left our poor boy around half nine, and our vet left at 10. At 11:30 the vetinary nurse called to tell us he was gone, and instantly started talking about autopsy. Autopsy? Autopsy? He's not supposed to be dead!
I'm so angry, angry at the vet who told us he was going to be okay. Angry at myself for not getting the camera scope done on friday because it might not be necessary, angry at evil silly billy flinging their fast food around the park, and angry that my sweet loveable boy barely got to live.
The only thing that brings me comfort is that he was loved unconditionally all his life, by his mum, and then by us, that he barely spent a second alone, and we were with him, to show him that we hadn't forgotten him before he left us.
About two weeks ago Dinny found a chicken/rib bone in the park, he was too far away from me to see but I heard his jaws crack on something and instantly his behaviour changed. He went from an incredibly bouncy puppy to a wounded sick puppy in the space of a few minutes.
I rushed him to our incredible vet, who took X-rays, and insisted he go to vetinary hospital in wandsworth, immediately. We rushed him over. We were terrified that he perferated a lung, or his osephagus. After a few days our vet came to the conclusion that while swallowing the bone he'd choked and while doing so vomited into his lungs. Antibotics cleared up the fluid in his lungs, and the bone broke down in his stomach. This day last week we took our puppy home and counted ourselves deliriously happy that we had made such a lucky escape.
Dinny spent the week at home, he was so thin and weak, we kept him indoors most of the time and no walks. He was doing great, so sweet, and getting his strength back in.
On the day of his checkup his breathing was shallow and he vomited up phelm. We took him back to our vet, who sent us back to the vetinary hospital, and our hearts sank. He could have a secondary infection he could have a foreign body in his lungs. We packed him off to the vet, the v nurse asked me is he friendly, and I nearly burst out crying saying "oh god yes".
He made some improvement on Friday. They wanted to send a camera into his lungs on friday, under general anesthetic. It was risky, he, is, was, so young, and so weak, there was a danger. See he was improving, perhaps we didn't need to take the risk, this could clear it itself in a few days. We discussed it with the vet on duty and she understood our concerns, and sugegsted that we leave it for a couple of days. I'll never forgive myself for that.
This morning (saturday) a vet called us, telling us our dinny was improving, but back on oxygen, as a precaution. That he was planning on leaving him on oxygen till monday morning, see how he was and take it from there. That just sounded ideal. He called us around six saying he was still doing okay, and we'll leave it till monday.
Then twenty minutes later our own vet called us. He was at the hospital and no dinny was not okay. He was in worse condition than when he'd seen him on thursday, and it was incredibly serious, and we should come over there now.
We rushed over, and dinny was in an awful state. Wheezing oxygen direct to his nose, weak and disorientated. We spoke at length to our vet, he was planning on giving our dinny steroids, keeping his airway open, and he would personnaly do then endoscope, tomorrow. We left our poor boy around half nine, and our vet left at 10. At 11:30 the vetinary nurse called to tell us he was gone, and instantly started talking about autopsy. Autopsy? Autopsy? He's not supposed to be dead!
I'm so angry, angry at the vet who told us he was going to be okay. Angry at myself for not getting the camera scope done on friday because it might not be necessary, angry at evil silly billy flinging their fast food around the park, and angry that my sweet loveable boy barely got to live.
The only thing that brings me comfort is that he was loved unconditionally all his life, by his mum, and then by us, that he barely spent a second alone, and we were with him, to show him that we hadn't forgotten him before he left us.
dogmatique
merde alors
Really sorry. 
Poor Dinny.
Poor Dinny.
8den
No I'm pretty sure that was 8ball...
MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just got the autopsy back.
There was nothing in his airway or in his lungs. However the intial findings show that he was probably poisoned with paraquat. They'll need to examine him further to be sure.
Apparently they lace carcasses with this to kill foxes. The dose he took meant he never stood a chance.
THERE WERE NO CUNTING WARNING SIGNS ANYWHERE IN THAT FUCKING GRAVEYARD.
I'm having some bastard in the councils balls for this!
Just got the autopsy back.
There was nothing in his airway or in his lungs. However the intial findings show that he was probably poisoned with paraquat. They'll need to examine him further to be sure.
Apparently they lace carcasses with this to kill foxes. The dose he took meant he never stood a chance.
THERE WERE NO CUNTING WARNING SIGNS ANYWHERE IN THAT FUCKING GRAVEYARD.
I'm having some bastard in the councils balls for this!
Iguana
Well-Known Member
cillaB said:
I'm just back from walking Dougal in the park and was asked by another dog owner where his brother was. When I told her what happened and what killed him she got really upset. Apparently Dinny is the third dog to die this way, they used to put paraquet on the bowls green and one of her dogs and another big dog where killed by it.
Afaik the park and graveyard are looked after by the same groundskeepers as they are both council owned and are adjoining. I can't believe they let two dogs die but continued to use the same poison.
Not to mention if a child was to get hurt by it.
dynamicbaddog
run for your life
just seen this thread
so sorry to hear about your loss 8den
RIP Dinny
so sorry to hear about your loss 8den
RIP Dinny
8den
No I'm pretty sure that was 8ball...
Thanks everyone. We're utterly devasted and looking through the many photos we took in his all too short life. His brother dougal is the sporty one, but dinny was happy curled up in front of the fire, and with a cuddle and hug, he used to be the one, who started each morning leaping up into your arms.
When we brought him back from the hospital the first time, he literally leapt into amanda's arms, and she fell to the ground as he danced in her lap, to look back and realise that was a stolen moment. Our dog died the moment he swallowed that poison.
I'm so angry and sad, jesus... We spent two days making ourselves sick, second guessing every decision we made, and then the autopsy arrived and ever decision we made and agonised was irrelevant. The council killed our dog when they didn't bother sticking up a warning sign in the graveyard.
When we brought him back from the hospital the first time, he literally leapt into amanda's arms, and she fell to the ground as he danced in her lap, to look back and realise that was a stolen moment. Our dog died the moment he swallowed that poison.
I'm so angry and sad, jesus... We spent two days making ourselves sick, second guessing every decision we made, and then the autopsy arrived and ever decision we made and agonised was irrelevant. The council killed our dog when they didn't bother sticking up a warning sign in the graveyard.
