Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it – no matter if I have said it! – except it agree with your own reason and your own common sense.” – Siddhartha Gautama, a.k.a. the Buddha

learnin’ to let go.

Doing the easy thing is not always in you or yours best interest.   In fact, in some schools of learning, doing the easy thing is the path to mediocrity and poverty.

In my current case, its a little more personal so I hadn’t been touching it at all here on the blog.   

This revolves around Voodoo.Img 20160202 145341 719

When Voo came into my life, I was residing in Texas on Pickdogs back forty.   I had been out there for a couple of months, and was going a little stir crazy since I didn’t make it into town but twice a month, on the same weekends that Pick would come out and we would get together on what needed done.  It was then that we would go into town and pickup materials for the next leg of projects.   
I sent out a plea to Universe “I just wanna Dawg!!!” a day or two before Voo showed up on my doorstep, scrawny, dehydrated and friendly as all get out.  Pick and I were going into town when he showed up and we dragged him along with us.   He did fine for the most part, but his motion sickness that has haunted us ever since came to light.   Other than the rhalphing in the back seat, he was a joy to have for company.   When we returned, I poured out a big bowl of dogfood and a big bowl of water.  He dived into that water and drained it: you could see his ribs fade from view as the water started getting into him.  He wasn’t starved, (as attested by the mess in the back seat) but he was thirsty as all get out.

That was 12 years ago.  The stubborn Catahoula Cur has been with me in many travels (gets sick in cars, rode in the RV just fine. go figure) and adopted cats as if they were mutts.

I studied up on Catahoulas when I became aware of his breed.   Two issues popped out at me: Hip Dysplasia and Deafness.   his hearing and eyesight weren’t issues but you could see in his hind-legs that the hip thing would be.  his ‘ankles’ touched even when he was walking.  That has been getting worse over the years.    His eyesight is still keen enough to spot buzzards on the wing, and he has this thing about buzzards, and no other birds.   I think he had been competing for food with some buzzards while a stray, and still gets territorial around them: even if they are soaring at 1000′.  

But now his hearing is completely gone. His agitation in deafness is making him dangerous to the cats since he has snapped at Grizz if surprised, and Grizz likes giving him a good strop every once in a while, ‘saying I loves ya Uncle Voo’.  His deafness has started a new habit of mine too: I stomp on the floor to get his attention, and never try to wake him up any other way.    His getting around on walkies has been reduced to good weather and less than a quarter mile since he then needs to rest because his hips are bothering him.  And now we have massive skin irritation to boot.   

In short, He is miserable and going stir crazy.

I want to do the right thing and get him to the Vet, but if I try to get him in the truck, 

well, I’m sporting a couple stitches right now from the last attempt.   

And I am having a mental war with myself on ‘doing the right thing’.  He will sit here in front of the fire on cold nights and give me this look, almost begging me to end the misery it seems and his sleep patterns are so screwed up from all the itching that he is losing weight.  Granted, he needed to lose some since he was 20# over, but I think the way he is losing it is not good.   

And the average livespan of the Curs is 10-14 years.  Voo is a little long in tooth, and shows his age so much more than my Da’s dog Jack-jack, who is one year older.  (and Jack has only been to the Vet once in his life, where Voo has been several times, though not recently since he has decided ‘Truck= horrors!!!!’.)

I haven’t said it, but I think my longtime readers know the ‘what’ that war in my head is about.   

It’s hard to let go of dear friends, its even harder to make the separation by your own hands.

IF we go that road, it will be fast, while he is doing something he likes to do: Bark at squirrels.  I just have to figure out how to get Grizz to stay home for that last walkies.  No way will I do that deed in front of the other fourfeets.

4 responses

  1. Dave Harrison

    Ugh! I read this an hour ago and it has haunted me since. Don’t envy your situation… a natural passing in his sleep is best for all…I wish that for you. I’ve had to have 2 put down in the past, honestly, couldn’t do it myself (even if wife wasn’t involved). Have a third one now and in the dark recesses of my mind, I know I’ll have to face it again… Blah! Go well and the best you can.

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    January 27, 2022 at 9:39 pm

    • Thanks. I’m trying to find some way of getting the euthanasia kit from the vet without having to toture him with a hateful oneway car trip. Agreed best to pass in his sleep.
      But, like you, not my first go-round and as long as I keep furry friends, wont be my last 😿

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      January 27, 2022 at 9:46 pm

  2. Shelly

    I had a traveling farm vet when I lived in Cincinnati. He made house calls for all my animals with a single office visit cost. Much cheaper and convenient that trying to haul 2 dogs and a rabbit to him. Maybe you can contact the college in TN just past the tunnel and see if they have interns that can do the trip and help you out. I couldn’t imagine having to do that on my own. It’s hard enough knowing it needs to be done but being your baby may make it so much harder than you think when that moment comes. Poor Voo. I love that dog. But I saw him in his misery last visit there and I know his time his near. I’m so sorry. I know what you are going through.

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    January 28, 2022 at 8:46 am

  3. Ohio Guy

    I’m so sorry to hear this. Heartwrenching and sad.

    Liked by 1 person

    January 28, 2022 at 5:22 pm

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