Richard Paolinelli

Farewell House Hound. Waldo: 2006-2021.

This is the post I knew I’d be writing sometime in 2021. I just never expected it would be five weeks into the year.

For the past eleven months our dog, Waldo, has battled a brain tumor and the seizures associated with it. Cutting it out was not an option because he’d never survive the surgery. So we used a regimen of medications to limit the severity and frequency of the seizures, and try to give him the best possible quality of life, and for most of 2020 it seemed to be working. He was doing fine and the seizures were getting further and further apart. Over the last two months though he started to decline, the seizures were coming every three weeks and he started having trouble with balance and seeing. 

This afternoon he had a massive seizure that never stopped until I got him to the vet and they gave him a strong dose of a drug I can’t pronounce much less spell and even then you could see a tremor here and there. Once that medication wore off, the vet said, he would be back in full seizure.

We’d hoped he would make it a few more months, when we planned to take him with us to visit the Pacific Ocean again. He always enjoyed running along the beach when we lived in the Bay Area. But that was not to be.

We made the only decision possible and a little after 1 p.m. today, I held him while the vet gave him the injection that would bring him peace. I hope he knew I was with him and how badly my wife felt that she could not be there to say goodbye.

We had him for 14 of his nearly 15 years of life. He’d been abused as a puppy by his original owner so at least he leaves this world happier than when he came into it. He went with us everywhere, when life demanded a move or when we decided to hit the road and get away for a few days. From California to New Mexico to Colorado back to California and finally back to Colorado.

We will spend these next few days mourning our lost friend and remembering the good days with him. Below are some photos of Waldo at various times over the past decade and a half. He was a chihuahu/rat terrier mix and ten pounds of zaniness. I will miss him more than I can put into words.

 

3 thoughts on “Farewell House Hound. Waldo: 2006-2021.”

  1. Melody Ann. 16 1/2 years. Shaughnessy, 15 years. Roh, 16 years. Sharon and I have had to make the same decision more than once, and there’s only one you CAN make, when the time comes, if you truly love them.

    Trust me, Waldo knew you did. And doing right by them, letting them go, making that decision for them because they can’t speak, is the price — and the duty — we pay for the joy and the love of having known them.

  2. Looks like a little dog with a big attitude. It sure hurts to lose them. I lost my Juliet last year, part chihuahua part dachshund, after almost 18 years together. I understand what you’re going through. You gave him a good life. I know he gave you joy, also. Praying for peace and comfort for you and your family.

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