Showing posts with label canine pancreatitis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label canine pancreatitis. Show all posts
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Jax is back!
My buddy Jax, my 4-year-old rescue "Schnoodle" (schnauzer/poodle mix) has been under the weather. He had diarrhea a few days ago, then got better, but overnight got worse again. We tried the bland boiled-chicken-and-white-rice diet, but it didn't do the trick. Fearing it might get more serious before the vet opens on Monday morning, I took him to the 24-hour emergency animal hospital for an exam.
Here's what I learned: His diet is much too rich. I told the vet that we gave him a supposedly high quality food, Blue Buffalo brand, and he just shook his head. He said that the ingredients in Blue Buffalo are good quality, but that it is waaaaay too high in fat, which can lead to pancreatitis and maybe even canine diabetes later. He said virtually all brands of wet food and most dry foods are too fat heavy. I asked why then did all the manufacturers make food they know isn't good for their customers? He said it's simply because it sells.
The vet said that dogs have a pretty bad sense of taste, but a very strong sense of smell, and dogs love the smell of fat in their food and just lap it up. We owners think our dogs like the taste of it and keep buying it, not realizing what it's doing to them.
He said it's similar to how we humans love a good marbled steak. We have enough sense to understand that a regular diet of heavily marbled meat isn't good for us, so we eat it in moderation. Dogs will just keep eating it as long as we put it in front of them, and that's what they're doing when we give them fatty dog food. They might not look fat, and still be very active, but that fat is silently doing a number on their pancreas. Fortunately, at Jax's young age, the vet said his pancreas can recover with a new, lower fat diet.
The ER vet gave him some shots and some pills and said I did right by bringing him in early. He sent us home with a few cans of Purina Canine EN Low Fat food, and said either that or Hills ID Low Fat, both prescription foods available from vets, are his recommended wet food. He strongly advised that we switch Jax over to Purina Pro Plan Focus Adult Formula (dry), which is low fat, readily available, and reasonably priced. He cautioned that that particular Purina formula is low fat, but that most other Purina formulas are just like everyone else's....too rich and fatty. Be advised.
Just because your dog(s) like what you're feeding them doesn't mean it's necessarily good for them. Suggest you have a talk with your vet and see what he/she says about it.
Jax is back home now and is sleeping off his meds. He should be his old normal self again soon. :)
S
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Emma Belle....definitely THIS man's best friend
It was one year ago today that my dog, Emma Belle, gave me sole custody of our chair.
Emma Belle entered my life at the same time K did. That's because she came with K as a sort of two-fer deal. We never were sure exactly how old Emma was, but I'm guessing she was around 8 when she came to live with me. I must say I've never bonded as quickly or as completely with a dog as I did with Emma. K said more than once, "You've stolen my dog!"
Emma was smarter than one of those road skollers, too. Together we were almost telepathic. And unless I was away from home, she never left my side. Not that I enticed her to follow me....she just enjoyed my company. (Imagine that!) If I got up from my desk in the study to go to the den or the kitchen, she would sense I was on the move and jump up from a sound sleep and follow.
She was a little too wide to sit beside me in our big leather chair (or maybe it was me who was a little too wide), so we worked out a deal....I would sit in the chair, but the ottoman was hers. When I was away she would sit in my seat to keep it warm, but relinquish it as soon as I returned.
She had a temper, and a sense of remorse, too. If I went somewhere and she wasn't ready for me to leave, she would go in the bathroom and turn over the trash can. I suppose at some point it would dawn on her she had messed in her mess kit because when I returned she would greet me, not jumping up and down wagging her tail, but with her head down, ears back, and her big brown eyes barely making contact with mine. I'd say her name like I was upset....Emmmmaaaaaaaa! Come here!....and she would belly-crawl over to me. I would ask if she was sorry and she would jump up on me and give me a "hug". Then all was well, no grudges.
You can't imagine how scared I was when I took her to the vet on her last day. She had pancreatitis, a common ailment for her breed, and I knew something was seriously wrong and we would soon be parting. I left her as requested for them to do some tests, and was told to come back in a few hours. I called K and told her to meet me back there, already having made the decision in my mind to put her down rather than make her suffer a few more days just so I could have a bit more time with my best friend. She spared me from having to make that decision. That's how considerate Emma Belle Park was.
Emma with her Christmas present.
Her position on "our" chair, never far away.
I always saved the last drop for her.
I loved her so. Still do. Always will.
S
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