I have three different blog sites and none of them are really appropriate for talking about my dog, but I decided this is where I’ll take a step back from crafts to write about my sweet dog, Sage. Sage is my first dog and he’s a half-Golden, half-Lab that my husband and I raised from a puppy of 9 or 10 weeks. He will be 7 years old in early November, and anyone who has ever met him just loves him to pieces. Sage is very humble, delicate, gentle, loving, sweet and funny.
He’s a very active dog who goes on lots of hikes with my husband, Jake; chases his ball; loves to swim; jumps off the dock at the cabin; lets small children ride him like a pony; and loves to run. He is very fit and people often think he is just a puppy. Sage has a good life – he is loved very much and when he’s not sleeping on his giant “Sage” embroidered L.L. Bean dog bed, he’s being cuddled by my husband in our bed. He enjoys weekly showers or hot baths, and I dry his fur with my ionized hair dryer. He’s like our furry son and he lives inside our house and sometimes goes to work with Jake. After he was born, I sent “It’s a Boy!” announcements out and we had a welcome party for him. I’ll have to post pictures of the invitation and the thank you cards I made. 🙂
Last February I was at an open house when Jake called to say he was taking Sage to the animal hospital for pain. For a few weeks that month, Sage would let out a few yelps when Jake would dry his hind quarters. Sometimes Sage would walk very stiffly or abruptly stop chasing a ball. Starting in February, something seemed wrong. His skin was also hot and red and he was very itchy, but flea medicine didn’t help.
After spending an obscene amount of money at the vet for prescriptions, x-rays, blood-work and other tests, it was deemed that he was fine. Jake thought he might have a hairline fracture, allergies or a blood disease. We tried Benadryl, changed his food, poured apple cider vinegar on his food, reduced the amount of hiking and playing he did… I feel we tried everything. He would seem okay off and on as the months passed.
I was in Anaheim, CA last week and my husband stayed home with the dog. Jake, Sage and Jake’s dad were going to hike part of the pacific Crest Trail from Stevens Pass to Snoqualmie Pass that week I was gone, but I was worried Sage would “break down” during that week. We decided it would not be a good idea for Sage to do all that walking and playing, so Jake and Sage stayed home.
Yesterday Sage went to work with Jake and a 135 pound Rottweiler mauled him most of the day. Jake is a general contractor and if Sage comes along, sometimes he’ll play with the owner’s dog. This dog was too big and frisky for Sage. When I got home late from work, Jake was at Bible class and I found Sage shivering on the living room floor. He was wet and had just had a bath a few hours ago, so I covered him with blankets and dried him with my hair dryer. Normally he greets me at the door so originally I didn’t think Sage was home! The cats stayed nearby, concerned for Sage. He didn’t move much last night and Jake had to lift him up onto our bed because he couldn’t jump.
Today I was with clients or in the office all day and had a feeling I should head home early to let him use the “bathroom.” I got home just after 5 pm and found him huddled near where he was last night – shivering and twitching but his skin was hot. I put a blanket on him and called Jake, who cancelled his 7 pm appointment and called the vet. I brought Sage’s breakfast bowl over and coaxed him to eat and have water. I’ve been sitting on the floor for the last 90 minutes, just computing and petting my sweet dog.
When Jake called the vet, they told him that whatever happened to him to cause his problems in February has obviously not stopped. He is getting worse, and dogs age more rapidly than people. The vet said we simply must stop him from running, hiking and exercising. Jake is losing his best hiking buddy and this was hard for Jake to hear. We plan a lot of our activities around Sage and dog-friendly hikes and campgrounds. To think we have to leave him home or kennel him while we go out and have fun is a new way of thinking that we’re not comfortable with. However, we’ll do what’s best for our sweet dog. Jake is on the way home and will stop at the vet to pick up some prescriptions.
I know this post was long and not written eloquently, but I had so many friends from Twitter show concern and ask about Sage and thought writing a quick a blog post would be the best way to explain what’s happening. I love my dog and just want his pain to go away so he can feel good again.
Thanks for reading.