If I remember correctly, after my last post about the fight between the Boerboels, I made mention that I had contacted a behaviourist who was coming to the house to assess the dogs last Sunday, but on the Saturday, out of nowhere and for no reason, Harry attacked the old Pointer, they were in the kitchen with my daughter, I was in another room with the yellows and ran to the kitchen hearing the pointer screaming, the yellows galloped after me and literally took me off my feet, smashed through the door and set about Harry, my daughter got the pointers out, I managed to get the female BB out, and the males fought until Kaiser dropped exhausted, Harry actually stood over kaiser, eyes bright, tail up and I swear, if he had pissed on him I wouldn't have been suprised.
A few years ago, Harry's Aunt, his mother's sister, developed Horners from an underlying brain disorder, and with more digging, it would appear that in that line, several pups from other litters have gone on to suffer neurological disorders that have evolved into conditions such as Horner's and brain tumours; the vets
think is as a result of a flaw in the line, though as can be the case in the world of breeders, there is a conspiracy of silence, a circling of the wagons and flat out denial of this problem, driven, I can only assume, by greed, and so this line has been bred on and god knows how many litters have been born and pups sold to familys with the assurance that all the pups lines are HD, ED, displaysia, entropian, wobblers clear etc etc, but with no mention of the small fact there is a historical pattern of neurological disorders.
I spent a couple of days trying to reason with the voice in my head and the pain in my heart, but I guess all along I knew what had to be done, and last night I had my boy put to sleep.
If I live to be a hundred, and regardless of how many dogs come and go, I don't think I will ever get over the utter misery and desolation this has left us with, my grown up, adult son, who has spent time in the Army, and seen some terrible things, sat on the floor of the vets consulting room convulsed with grief, I kept it together while the lethal injection went through his young body, but finally broke when he took his last breath, our boy was gone, his short life over, and leaving him there took a monumental effort, he was the most darling pup, a sweet, sweet boy, who in recent months turned into a stranger, regardless of the carnage the fights caused, and the frustration and anger we all felt, I miss my boy so much, I know we had no choice and I know he is now at peace, that doesn't take away the pain of that decision, or the ache of watching the life leave his body.
Sleep peacefully my darling boy, and I am sorry.