Jack the yard protector dog is struggling now.

Jack is not real old. The best estimates put his age at about 12. His breed could best be described as unique. But for a large dog of his type, this is the time where he starts to show his age. Several months ago, he began to struggle with his breathing. The vet diagnosed him with laryngeal paralysis. Simply put, his breathing tube is shutting down. Our choices at that point were keep him calm, and watch to see if it worsens which could bring on serious breathing issues. Or, surgery, which has its own set of problems. Several vets told us the same thing, its trading one problem for another. We waited. Until last night, when our Jack suffered a very serious attack. Unable to breath, we rushed him to Dove Lewis Animal Hospital. These people have done a wonderful job of taking care of Jack, and keeping us informed. At least so far…..
We left him at 9:00 pm last night, we discussed his care then, again at 2:00 am, at 4:30 am, at 7:00 am , at 1:00 pm. At this point he has been transported by their ambulance to their critical care hospital. Every couple hours they sedate him and insert tubes to help him breath through an attack. Once he calms and everything is removed, the attacks come again and the sedation process begins anew. At this point he can not leave the hospital. It looks like surgery is the only alternative. It should happen very soon.  Having just returned from the people doctors, where we are treating the bite wounds Honey received while working to keep his breathing passage open, we now awaiting further updates on our Jack.

One thought on “Jack the yard protector dog is struggling now.

  1. jack

    We can share the women, we can share the wine.
    We can share what we got of yours cause we done shared all of mine.
    Keep on rollin, just a mile to go;
    Keep on rollin my old buddy, youre movin much too slow.

    I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence.
    Took his rings, four bucks in change, aint that heaven sent?
    Hurts my ears to listen, shannon, burns my eyes to see;
    Cut down a man in cold blood, shannon, might as well been me.

    We used to play for silver, now we play for life;
    And ones for sport and ones for blood at the point of a knife.
    And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall.
    There aint a winner in the game, he dont go home with all.
    Not with all.

    Leavin texas, fourth day of july,
    Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky.
    Catch the detroit lightnin out of sante fe,
    The great northern out of cheyenne, from sea to shining sea.

    Gotta go to tulsa, first train we can ride.
    Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride.
    There aint a place a man can hide, shannon will keep him from the sun
    Aint a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run.

    Jack straw from wichita cut his buddy down,
    And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down.
    Half a mile from tucson, by the morning light,
    One man gone and another to go, my old buddy youre moving much too slow.

    We can share the women, we can share the wine.


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