This has been a very weepy week for me for a number of reasons, but started with one major one. I’ve kept this pretty much to myself, but I think everyone has the right to know. Everyone who has a dog from me that is still alive, has a Hunter child, grandchild, great-grandchild or great-great-granchild. Those who have Chase puppies, Pilot puppies, Brett puppies, Amigo puppies – you all have Hunter in your family trees.
This picture is one branch of my Hunter legacy. Gale, on Hunters left, at 13-1/2 is Hunter’s daughter from Gloria. On his right, is her daughter Rocky at 9. On the other sides of Gale and Rocky, are Rocky’s children Dolly and Amigo. And on each end are Dolly’s daughters Dash and Cara. His blood runs through the veins of many great winners, and so many kennels now that I have lost count. He has definitely left his mark on the breed.
Hunter has been doing very well. Although slower and hard of hearing, he still enjoys his constitutionals around the yard, still eats well and a month ago had a blood panel done that was healthy for a dog half his age.
But last Sunday afternoon, Hunter had a grand mal seizure. It was the first (and last) that I’ve seen, so he hasn’t been put on any anti-seizure medication. However, discussions with my vet are not good news, and the likelihood is that Hunter has developed a brain tumour. It’s horrible to feel so helpless, that there really is nothing that can be done. Even if I could afford extensive tests, surgery and chemo, it would not be fair to put him through that, and would not realistically extend his life.
So the choice is, that as long as he enjoys his constitutionals, eats well, enjoys his bones and is pain free, I will keep him with me. When he no longer has that quality of life it will be time to let him go with dignity.
Good job, Hunter, good dog!