
Last October, our crazy labrador Luke had his first stroke. It was scary, he was yelping and seemed 'stuck', not able to use his legs, no bladder control.. By talking to him and stroking him, he came to. It took him about half an hour and then he seemed back to normal.
The vet said older dogs get these, and other than doing what we were already doing, there wasn't a lot he could do.
Last night, at 11pm, he had another one. This one was a lot lot worse than last time, lasted a lot longer and seemed to have effected him for much longer. It took him 45 min. to get up and walking again. Then at 2am he had another one, at 4am another one.... just before Tye came home from work he had another one... Before we could take him to the vet he had another small one and one big one at 10 this morning.
It was time.
Thank you Luke, for being a great dog and for showing me that not all dogs are scary (before I moved here I was so scared of dogs I'd rather cross the streets in busy traffic than to walk past him, but with Luke I even dared to walk him at the park, meeting all kinds of dogs!). I already miss you terribly, but it's good to know you are no longer in pain.
Bye bye Lukey-boy...