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It’s taken a little while for me to be able to write this post as I wouldn’t have been able to read what I was typing through the tears. I’m not after sympathy, I just wanted to write about Jed to be able to look back in the future to remember his antics and also to write about the times of his illness, in the hopes it will help someone who’s having similar difficulties with their beloved pet.
Friday the 13th. What could go wrong today? A lovely sunny morning, Jed, Silly Millie and I set off up the lane for a pleasant morning stroll.
Well, two weeks after coming home, we went back to have his mouth checked out. And I was really worried he’d have to have it repaired but, thankfully, the hole wasn’t too big and Prof. Bacon said it may well heal on it’s own.
His Melanoma vaccine has been ordered and paid for.
For some time now, I’d noticed Jed’s breath wasn’t smelling as fresh as it usually does. Well, at least as fresh as a dog’s breath can be. I mentioned it to Eileka the vet who treats our other rottie Diesel with acupuncture for his arthritis and she said I need to get him checked out.
I’m not sure where to start here. Jed must be the strangest dog we’ve ever owned. And we’ve had 8 dogs over the years. He’s obviously extremely intelligent and thinks far too deeply for a dog. They say dogs don’t ‘reason’ but I’m sure he does. Which is why he’s a bit of a worrier when it comes to being examined by vets or seeing other dogs having treatment.
Before we got Jed in 2006, we had another rottweiler named Henry (who I shall write about another day) a beautiful big Teddy bear with a huge head and the soppiest demeanour. He had died of an osteosarcoma in his back leg at 8 years old. We were inconsolable when he died.
Anyway, having decided (in my opinion) that rottweilers are the most fantastic dogs on earth, I did some research on finding a line of rotties that, hopefully, wouldn’t have the cancer gene and found Cameus Rottweilers in Wales. Coincidentally, when I contacted them, they were expecting a litter of pups that June. I felt this was meant to be and I would have another soppy dog, just like Henry…
… How wrong could I be?