My Golden Retriever, Woody, is not doing very well tonight. Today at work (he and Sydney and Penny always go to work with us on Saturdays) I gave Woody a bath. By the time I was done with it, he couldn't walk more than two or three steps without collapsing. So, I took him outside where I thought it might be better for him to have some more space to kind of stretch out in. Well, by the time we closed today, he wasn't doing any better so Brian suggested I call our vet. He didn't figure the doctors were still there but when I called Dr. Fynaardt (our awesome, wonderful vet) got right on the phone and asked what was wrong. He told me to bring him straight there and that he would wait for me. Woody couldn't walk on his own so someone had to carry him in. Dr. F looked at him and said that his hips have gotten very, very bad. He's starting to lose control of his whole back end. There's nothing he can do for him but he said to wait and see how the weekend goes.

He had been doing very well the last few weeks. He's been so perky and his normal self in being demanding at breakfast and dinner time. It's all about the food! But seeing him the way he was today just breaks my heart. He's been going through a period where he's been having good days and bad days. But today has been the worst by far. Most of the time when he has a few bad days, he's just suddenly perky again the next. But I'm so worried this time because I don't know if he'll be able to bounce back.

I know that he's old and the time is going to come very soon when I'm going to have to say good-bye. But he and I have been through so much together. I got him when he was 8 weeks old in January 1996, right after Robert and I got married. Four years later, he was my constant companion when I was going through my divorce. In the 12 1/2 years I've had him, we've moved across the country three times. He's lived in three states and had so many different dog friends over the years. He met Brian very soon after Brian and I started dating and Brian's always been so very good to him. Almost 5 years ago, he survived bloat (Brian caught it in time and he was saved!). He went through a lot with that but still pulled through. He didn't know what to think when we brought Joshua home. He hasn't interacted with him much but Woody enjoys watching Joshua play and Joshua absolutely loves him.

I have lost other pets before but this is going to hit me so much harder than any of the others, I think. He was my first dog after moving out of my mom's house, so it's like he's been my "child" through all of the years I've been out on my own. I keep crying off and on just thinking about what I'm probably going to have to face very soon.

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Jun. 1, 2008 at 2:41 AM I'm so sorry!  We went through the same thing with our dog Jake.

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Jun. 1, 2008 at 2:46 AM How sad :(  I hope he gets better

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Jun. 1, 2008 at 2:48 AM awww i am so sorry,poor sweet dog i hope he feels no pain.I dont want to even think of the day our Samson will have to leave us he is part of this family....Agood dog helps in making your house a home ,they bring such peace to a home...i wish you and your family the best

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Jun. 1, 2008 at 11:50 PM awww Jen, I'm sorry to hear about Woody.  :-( What did the vet have to say?

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Jun. 2, 2008 at 2:43 AM

Im soo sorry...I hope he gets better...

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