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Tribute to an Angel: Calvin 1/7/01-
18/11/09 Unlike any other dog Ive
owned, Ive not been able to talk
about his loss until now, two months
later. Calvin was a tall gangly galgo, rescued initially by
Bartolome in Cordoba, Andalucia, and known previously by his
coursing name, Curro, and by the name given to him by the
kennel girls in Spain, Mus, because his little face resembled a
mouses and they spelt it wrong! Under that misspelling, he was
imported to the UK and quarantined in Nottingham where I first
met him. He was homed for 5 years with Debbie in Bridlington until illness hit her family. I took him on in
March 2008 and he lived here on the Isle of Wight with me and my three other greyhound/galgo bitches.
Life was bliss for him here. He loved the beaches, chasing a ball, racing round my garden, bravely jumping
against the fences terrorising the neighbours dogs, and embarrassing my elderly genteel females with his
over-enthusiastic behaviour, like lunging at other customers meals in pubs
Unlike other greys and galgos,
he loved men. He would excitedly approach and examine every new man we met on our walks, as if look-
ing for someone
..I guess it was Bartolome! I know Bartolome, and Im not surprised he longed to greet
him again! In early summer of 2008, he started to show signs of weakness of his back left foot as if the
tendon in the hock area could not fully lift it. He still ran after balls and loved his walks despite the cumber-
some task of dragging his back half along behind him. It didnt seem to bother him though it bothered spec-
tators. To cut a long story short, he was referred to a specialist canine orthopaedic centre in Godalming
where a scan revealed a seriously protruded cervical disc causing increasing paralysis and general muscle
wasting. Now I realised why in spite of his excellent appetite, he was so thin. A greyhound with a metabo-
lism naturally low in fat, relies almost entirely on muscle for flesh and his muscles were wasting due to
nerve damage. I was faced with the decision to have him euthanased or allow the surgeon to try to repair
the disc. He was only 8 years old and his bones appeared healthy and frankly it was the only chance he
had so we went ahead.
The six weeks following surgery were not easy as he had to be confined, and monitored 24/7 , but with the
dedicated help of my sister and friends, we managed it and he remained happy and comfortable through-
out, unaware of the seriousness of his condition or its possible implications. But the paralysis was not
improving and tragically it was found on follow-up X-ray that the repair was not holding and could implode
on the spinal cord itself. We took him home and he was euthanased later on my sofa here at home,leaned
on by his best friend, Taz .I can say hand on heart that he did not know pain and suffering. He was happy
with his lot to the last. That is what I found toughest. If he wasnt bothered by his paralysis, why should we
be? I still ask myself that question
.. Anne
TRIBUTES
I am sad to have to tell you that I had to have
my lovely Nero put to sleep on Saturday. He had
deteriorated greatly in the last month and had
stopped eating. His back legs were going and he
had lost interest in going out. When he collapsed on
Friday I knew it was time and my vet came to the
house and put him to sleep.
His ashes will go in my garden where he had such
fun digging enormous holes! I got him from you in
May 2004 when he was 7 years old and my days
have revolved around him for 6 years. Vera Bain
In January we lost our beautiful Spring
(alias Paqui) she was nearly 14 years old.
She had major surgery on her neck about
5 years ago and never fully recovered.
When we got Pipo 3 years ago we thought
Spring was on her last legs then...how she
proved us wrong! she was "my girlie" she
was my best friend and my "spring ding"
and because of her fabulous ears was
also called Dobbie (the house elf, from
Harry Potter). God Bless my girlie.x
Sue