Fighting back – January 2000
To complicate matters my vet left the clinic and I was
without the comfort of her knowledge and advice. I wandered to enough
clinics to get the work done that I needed, depending heavily on my
“List” friends for their knowledge. Things did not improve and his
hair began to disappear in small clumps all over his body – as if a
large bird embarked on picking him clean.
I found a canine dermatologist in Charlotte and took Taka
there next. He gave me little hope, prescribed more antibiotics (Taka’s
third round) and suggested a prescription for a “Retinoid” therapy –
experimental and expensive. I brought the prescriptions home and began to
drown my sweet boy in pills. The specialist also suggested an allergy
test, which was positive, so allergy shots were added to his regime as
well. It was a sad fact that when I began the shots in late January I was
instructed to “gather a handful of fur” to inject the needle. By the
time the shots ended in early April there was no fur left to gather.
Taka
reacted to the antibiotics and shots by shutting down and refusing food.
All of the other supplements that I gave him with his meals were now being
tossed down the sink with his food. My spirits plummeted as fast as his
weight. Many, many nights – even after I stopped the medication – I
would sit in the floor beside his dish, trying to coax him to eat. I would
often fix him four or five different things only to have him walk away and
crawl into his crate – truly a shadow of the dog he once was. Tears were
commonplace as were long sessions of cradling him in my lap wondering what
to do. At my next visit with the dermatologist he implied that he would
support a decision to put him down if I chose that. But I did not choose
to give up - not yet. I made a mental promise to give him six months and
if his health did not improve I would make a decision then.
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