We had to put one of our dogs down on Monday. That was a total bummer. In 2003 we rescued 2 mini schnauzers from a family that was “too busy” to have and love pets. Blythefield’s Bodacious Surprise was underweight at 18 pounds and his sister looked like a potbelly pig from double helpings of kibble. From the first he was a handsome polite man and seemed to settle right into our home. He loved sitting on the couch with you and at night he and sister would sleep on the bed. We got his weight up to 21 pounds which filled him out beautifully. Bo was renamed Boomer and I was in love. He was tall for a mini and I was often asked if he was a standard Schnauzer. Bo was a lovely silver and white, kept his beard clean and was pretty tidy. He was scared of thunderstorms and car washes and would try to hide behind the toilet if it thundered.
When we/he lost his sister in 2008 he stopped barking and would no longer sleep in the bed with us. He couldn’t go up stairs without difficulty and was diagnosed with arthritis. A few months later we got a new pup to keep him company. That helped his lethargy some but he was never the same. In 2010 we moved him to Houston with the rest of the family and he seemed to improve. Running outside and playing with the pup (who is now almost 3) and actually preferring to lay out in the sun rather than come in. He always enjoyed a nap in the yard in the sun. The hotter the better.
This winter he started wandering around the house endlessly like he was looking for something. Took to sleeping in the closet but then every night at 2 a.m. would get up and pace. Otherwise he seemed fine, just was getting skinny and the vet thought he might have Cushings. He got worms somehow, they were treated and then a couple of weeks ago I noticed bones sticking out everywhere on him. Spine, hips, ribs all stuck out. His weight had dropped to 15 pounds and he had a very slow heart rate. His heart murmur, common in schnauzers, had increased to about a 5 from a 2. Bloodwork showed he had a very stressed liver, kidneys and something not right with his pancreas. His lethargy returned. He ate everything in site but couldn’t gain weight. The vet suspected heart disease and cancer. We could keep testing to find out exactly what was wrong but to what end?
After a long discussion with the vet and Husband we decided it was time for the old man to move on and be with his sister. Monday afternoon I held his scrawny body in my arms as he went to sleep and his heart slowed and beat its last beats. He’ll be cremated and come back home to us. The pup seems ok but he knows someone is missing from the yard. Bo Bo, you were a good boy and we’ll sorely miss you.