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25 Jan 2006 11:26 pmI’ve been meaning to write some more family stuff, since D-d and I have had my Mum talking about her youth recently, but today’s post, though Mum related, is rather sad. Mum’s fifteen year old, little, blind terrier, Scamp, had a massive stroke last night, and today the vet and Mum decided no more could be done for her, and she was put to sleep. My Mum is 79, and has had a stroke herself, so Scamp will have been her last dog in a long line of dogs.
I went up to Bride this evening for an hour (my Mum’s village is half an hour’s drive from our house) just so that she would have company for a while, and the house is quiet without Scamp bumbling around. Mum still has three cats, but they are all pretty ancient as well, yet I cannot imagine a time when her house will have no animals.
Scamp was an ‘emergency replacement’ for Mum’s Yorkshire terrier who was savaged to death by a neighbour’s ‘guard dogs’. My sister felt the best thing was to find a pup quickly, who would need care, and keep Mum’s mind off the terrible way Joey died, and despite Mum’s protests sister found this tiny, mixed terrier, rescue pup and left it with her.
She was never a big dog, but until she lost her sight over the last couple of years she loved to play with one of those rubber ‘pull’ things and would hold on so hard you could lift her off the floor with it, or she would happily spend ages chasing after balls. She helped motivate me to lose some weight, when I realised that if I took her for a walk, when Mum couldn’t after her own stroke, I could only manage about 200 yards from my mother’s house before I was so out of breath that we had to stop, then head for home, and the fact that it was uphill was still no excuse – I was only in my forties and I couldn’t walk more than 200 yards.
Walking her on a Saturday was still one of my major bits of exercise, and last week we did about half a mile – not because I needed to turn around, but because Scamp had got to the stage where it was far enough for her. It is nice to think that she was still enjoying her walks right up to then, but it will be odd not to take her out when we go to visit Mum this week.
This picture was only taken about ten days ago - if I'd realised it would be the last one I would have tried harder to get her to face the camera - as you can see, no matter how often she was washed, brushed, or even visited the grooming parlour, smart was not Scamp's style.

I went up to Bride this evening for an hour (my Mum’s village is half an hour’s drive from our house) just so that she would have company for a while, and the house is quiet without Scamp bumbling around. Mum still has three cats, but they are all pretty ancient as well, yet I cannot imagine a time when her house will have no animals.
Scamp was an ‘emergency replacement’ for Mum’s Yorkshire terrier who was savaged to death by a neighbour’s ‘guard dogs’. My sister felt the best thing was to find a pup quickly, who would need care, and keep Mum’s mind off the terrible way Joey died, and despite Mum’s protests sister found this tiny, mixed terrier, rescue pup and left it with her.
She was never a big dog, but until she lost her sight over the last couple of years she loved to play with one of those rubber ‘pull’ things and would hold on so hard you could lift her off the floor with it, or she would happily spend ages chasing after balls. She helped motivate me to lose some weight, when I realised that if I took her for a walk, when Mum couldn’t after her own stroke, I could only manage about 200 yards from my mother’s house before I was so out of breath that we had to stop, then head for home, and the fact that it was uphill was still no excuse – I was only in my forties and I couldn’t walk more than 200 yards.
Walking her on a Saturday was still one of my major bits of exercise, and last week we did about half a mile – not because I needed to turn around, but because Scamp had got to the stage where it was far enough for her. It is nice to think that she was still enjoying her walks right up to then, but it will be odd not to take her out when we go to visit Mum this week.
This picture was only taken about ten days ago - if I'd realised it would be the last one I would have tried harder to get her to face the camera - as you can see, no matter how often she was washed, brushed, or even visited the grooming parlour, smart was not Scamp's style.

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Date: 25/01/2006 11:51 pm (UTC)You're a good daughter.
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Date: 26/01/2006 12:03 am (UTC)Actually whilst I was at Mum's this evening we were watching the very programme that your icon is taken from, how weird is that?
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Date: 26/01/2006 12:30 am (UTC)15 is a good age for a dog, but it's never long enough, is it?
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Date: 26/01/2006 02:16 am (UTC)Scamp looks a lot like our Mr. Giles!
I'm sure your mum will take comfort knowing that you understand her loss.
Kathleen
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Date: 26/01/2006 03:43 am (UTC)BtWI can't remember it I told you. Remember my friend who had the stroke? She's come back frome the Hyperberic oxygen treatment. She said it has helped. She is better than she was but still not near the level of movement she had after initial rehab. This might sound harsh but she didn't lose all use of her hand and leg. She gave it up. D was walking after rehab but decided the chair was easier. Anyway, I think the treatment gave her a push to try to move a little more and that's making moving easier. But I'm no doctor so maybe it did help the brain regenerate like she thinks.
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Date: 26/01/2006 12:38 pm (UTC)Also thanks for the info about the friend who had the hyperbaric treatment - if it helped her it's good, but I think you are right - she could have been as good as she is now if she'd kept up with her rehab in the first place. It was going to be very expensive wasn't it? I wonder if she will keep up the improvement, or deteriorate once she stops?
Actually if she keeps at the current level when she stops I suppose it might meant here has actually been some improvement at the neuro level, rather than just the placebo effect getting her moving again and the improvement being more muscular.
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Date: 26/01/2006 04:11 am (UTC)Hugs to your mother.
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Date: 26/01/2006 05:14 am (UTC)I hope your mom copes with the loss of her Scamp.
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Date: 26/01/2006 01:46 pm (UTC)We wound up with a very sweet old boy called Sid, who was 10 when she got him, and lived to 13.
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Date: 27/01/2006 12:24 am (UTC)I hope your Mum is doing ok too.
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