Dachshundrsq
11-18-2004, 10:37 AM
6/15/93-11/18/2004
At 4:20 am, Ottoman gave up his fight for life as I held him in my arms.
Otto was a Choc/Tan smooth boy, though he could have been known as the hairless wonder. He was turned over to rescue in 2000 due to Cushings and his family's inabilty to pay for his treatment.
Ottoman spent the last 4 years waiting for his next bowl of food. His Cushings had been doing well until they took his med off the market. Still he did fine, just wanted to eat all the time. He was pretty much a nekked dachsie, only having thin hair on his head and a bit on his legs and here and there in between. He was pretty happy go lucky and had to be watched constantly because just about anything was worth eating. He knew how to open my gates, soif they wasn't locked, Ottoman was into something. One Christmas he figured out how to get up on my piano and eat a whole box of chocolate that I had gotten for Christmas, he ate the whole pound. I'm glad it wasn't a 5 lb box, he never would have survived. I came home one day to find his belly bloated beyond bloatness. I asked what he got into, no one knew. Soon it became evident as he started upchucking. I searched until I found the culprit. My son had put the Grandaddy fryer, full of oil that we had fried Mushrooms in on the floor. Otto managed to get the lid off and he and Milo helped themselves to over half of the oil. I bet they was trying to get to the crumbies at the bottom of the fryer and just couldn't hold anymore. As you can see he was a stinker. Many a bags of dog food was opened by Ottoman and he always ate his fill, which was way beyond fullness. Otto lived with my sister for the past year. She was diligent about keeping food items out of his reach. My husband was horrible about leaving gates unlocked and feeding him too much. He could not resist Otto's l@@k of hunger. Two weeks ago we got a call that Otto had been run over while my sister was at my cousin's house. His leg was broken. She brought him to us to see if we could fix his leg. It was a nasty break, but Alan put a pin in it and we brought him home. Otto is high risk for infection and delayed healing due to his excessive cortisol production with his Cushings. The cortisol production has the ability to "mask" infections so that you don't know they exist. His leg started swelling, then it went beyond the normal swelling into massive swelling. He was on IV's for about 5 days after his injury due to the fact that he could not eat without vomiting. He was bruised from between his front legs to between his rear legs and 3/4 of the way around his mid section. I am sure all of his organs were severely bruised and that is why he could not eat or process food for 4 days. He started eating good about 2 days prior to the massive swelling. The anesthetic was very hard on his lungs, on top of the bruising. Alan had to remove his pin due to massive infection in his broken leg. He put a drain in his leg and I splinted it for support and changed his dressings and cleaned his wounds. The anesthetic was too much for his lungs to handle, having it twice within 8-9 days and having to lay, pretty much only on one side and not able to get up and get around. He did sit up and he had started eating again two days ago. He was on massive antibiotics but his little body just could not take any more. So he said Goodbye. I know in my heart that he has now eaten and feels full and content. His coat is a rich chocolate brown and full again and he is restored back to his old self again. Running, Playing and Happy.
Run and Play OttoMAN. We will miss you, but we will meet again.
At 4:20 am, Ottoman gave up his fight for life as I held him in my arms.
Otto was a Choc/Tan smooth boy, though he could have been known as the hairless wonder. He was turned over to rescue in 2000 due to Cushings and his family's inabilty to pay for his treatment.
Ottoman spent the last 4 years waiting for his next bowl of food. His Cushings had been doing well until they took his med off the market. Still he did fine, just wanted to eat all the time. He was pretty much a nekked dachsie, only having thin hair on his head and a bit on his legs and here and there in between. He was pretty happy go lucky and had to be watched constantly because just about anything was worth eating. He knew how to open my gates, soif they wasn't locked, Ottoman was into something. One Christmas he figured out how to get up on my piano and eat a whole box of chocolate that I had gotten for Christmas, he ate the whole pound. I'm glad it wasn't a 5 lb box, he never would have survived. I came home one day to find his belly bloated beyond bloatness. I asked what he got into, no one knew. Soon it became evident as he started upchucking. I searched until I found the culprit. My son had put the Grandaddy fryer, full of oil that we had fried Mushrooms in on the floor. Otto managed to get the lid off and he and Milo helped themselves to over half of the oil. I bet they was trying to get to the crumbies at the bottom of the fryer and just couldn't hold anymore. As you can see he was a stinker. Many a bags of dog food was opened by Ottoman and he always ate his fill, which was way beyond fullness. Otto lived with my sister for the past year. She was diligent about keeping food items out of his reach. My husband was horrible about leaving gates unlocked and feeding him too much. He could not resist Otto's l@@k of hunger. Two weeks ago we got a call that Otto had been run over while my sister was at my cousin's house. His leg was broken. She brought him to us to see if we could fix his leg. It was a nasty break, but Alan put a pin in it and we brought him home. Otto is high risk for infection and delayed healing due to his excessive cortisol production with his Cushings. The cortisol production has the ability to "mask" infections so that you don't know they exist. His leg started swelling, then it went beyond the normal swelling into massive swelling. He was on IV's for about 5 days after his injury due to the fact that he could not eat without vomiting. He was bruised from between his front legs to between his rear legs and 3/4 of the way around his mid section. I am sure all of his organs were severely bruised and that is why he could not eat or process food for 4 days. He started eating good about 2 days prior to the massive swelling. The anesthetic was very hard on his lungs, on top of the bruising. Alan had to remove his pin due to massive infection in his broken leg. He put a drain in his leg and I splinted it for support and changed his dressings and cleaned his wounds. The anesthetic was too much for his lungs to handle, having it twice within 8-9 days and having to lay, pretty much only on one side and not able to get up and get around. He did sit up and he had started eating again two days ago. He was on massive antibiotics but his little body just could not take any more. So he said Goodbye. I know in my heart that he has now eaten and feels full and content. His coat is a rich chocolate brown and full again and he is restored back to his old self again. Running, Playing and Happy.
Run and Play OttoMAN. We will miss you, but we will meet again.