sandra_slayton
Posted : 4/16/2006 4:56:50 PM
Yeah, we are in Ingleside which is just out of Corpus. Been here since '88. We wre transferred here from Austin where we had lived since '72. Small world, huh! I do most of my fishing on the south jetty in Port Aransas, but do some wade fishing in Redfish Bay which is between Aransas pass and the ferry to get over to Port Aransas.
I had never heard of autoimmune hemolytic anemia until my Hunter was diagnosed with it. I had never used a computer--okay, I am 61 and of the stone age, LOL-- so I had to go to little library here in town and have them show me how to use one so I could research AIHA. You can imagine how my heart sank when i read that 50% of them die within a week of diagnosis, another 30% within a month.
I was allowed to visit Hunter any time and i went 3 times a day and took boiled chicken, which he gobbled (unusual for a dog with AIHA I am told). He was on round the clock IV with drugs, but I was still alllowed to take him outside to do business and to love on him. He had been diagnosed and put in ICU on Oct. 9 and on Oct. 12 his HCT dropped to 9.7 and my vet said he should have been dead when it went below 11, but he fought so hard to live. He was given 2 units of blood that day.
By the 15th we knew the first line of treatment was not working, so we went to the next, a drug that is used in transplant patients and also in chemo. He got his first dose after I left that night. I didn't get to go in to see him until noon the next day as I had to pick up more of the drug in the next town. When I got there he looked so bad and it was noted he had been throwing up, which was expected with this new drug. And for the first time he refused his chicken.
When I went back atbout 5:45, my heart sank. I couldn't believe that golden in that large cage was my Hunter. I had gotten use to his shaved legs for the IV, his shaved throat for blood withdrawal twice a day, his grossly bloated tummy from his huge spleen (it couldn't get rid of all the red cells it was killing as it was killing them to fast) and his shaved tummy for his ultrasound.But this time he sat there with his head bobbing up and down, his eyes twitching so that he couldn't focus, and any movment was so herky jerky. I knew then he would not be with us the next day. I opened the cage and sat in the doorway, hugging him kissing him brushing him, telling him what a special boy he was,how beautiful, how good, how much I loved him. I had never cried in front of him and always been jolly as I knew it was important. But that last day, it took everything I had not to cry. When I knew my voice was going to break, I hushed and brushed and hugged. Three times i went back to the front and each time i went back to tell him again how much I loved him. They close at 7:00, but the receptionist said they would stay until i was ready to leave. I left at 7:15 and at 9:02 i got the call Hunter had gone into seizure and died. He died at 8:40 on oct. 16, 2003. I still miss him so very, very much. I will post a couple of pictures of him, one as a puppy, and then the last one taken of him.