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Corky was found to have disk disease when I took him to the Animal Medical Center a couple of weeks ago; clearly this had started some time ago but no vet had diagnosed it—during the time he'd had Cushing's disease, that was his primary problem—and I wasn't aware enough of the symptoms to know what was going on.

I was ordered to crate him in order to rest him, but this made him so crazy he began to self-mutilate. He was also crying out in the night from the pain.

Saturday I took him to a vet downtown to address the situation, including the stress of being crated. By this point, Corky wasn't able to walk easily, and I had to carry him up and down five flights of stairs. True, he was a 14-pound terrier, but it was still difficult.

Dr. DeLorenzo was patient and asked me a couple of times if I was sure I wanted to do this; I had to admit it was the best thing to do, since there wasn't even a pain reliever I could give him. Baby aspirin didn't help.

She started him with a drip of Valium, then gave him sodium pentobarbital. I know it was the right thing to do, but it's less than a week and the house feels empty. I'm so sad that he's gone, and even though I have photos of him, this is the third death I've had to deal with in less than a year. The effect is cumulative; it's just not fair.

Corky was a #gooddog; unfortunately the disk disease had progressed to the point where the only kind thing was to say goodbye. He will be missed—but not by the cat! #doggieheaven🐾🐾 #petsofinstagram #dogstagram #australianterriersofinstagram #ozzieterrier #happyhuntingground #bestpet #alldogsgotoheaven

I had tried to keep him healthy, and even brushed his teeth every night, so this really came out of left field. I'm so tired of death.

franklanguage: my little terrier (Corky)
It's been awhile; today, I had a slightly grueling day taking Corky up to the Animal Medical Center to be diagnosed. He's had ataxia and weakness in his hind legs for some time, so I decided that in the wake of his being cured of Cushing's syndrome a few months ago I wanted to find out what else was going on—since he was still incontinent, and I would have thought that symptom would ease up if the Cushing's weren't an issue.

Turns out they found spinal stenosis. There's no cure, no treatment to speak of, beyond palliative care. Currently, I have to give him strict crate-rest for 4 to 6 weeks—even after he seems to be getting better.

He's 11, but he's not an old dog; I mean, he seems older than he is because he has such difficulty walking. (I was plan nasty to a woman this morning who cocked her head and smiled before asking, "Is he an old dog?" "Leave me alone!" I bellowed. I was in no mood for chit-chat.)

I usually have to carry him; I have to carry him both up and down all five flights of stairs in my building—which I'm resigned to. You do what you can for the ones you love.

I'd like to get him a photonic-therapy unit—and now that there's a distributor in this country, I may do that; when I last checked, the only contact in the whole world was an address in Australia. When I mentioned it to the vet I saw last week, she thought it was a tall order for me to go learning all the acupuncture points, but I think it would be on an as-needed basis.

Unfortunately, he pooped in the front hall of the building earlier when I was carrying him out—and I didn't notice. Carmen—the woman in the front apartment, who's the de facto super and package receiver for the building—wrote a misspelled note and taped it to the glass of the front door about how tenants weren't supposed to let their dogs poop in the hallway without cleaning it up. Most tenants don't have to carry their dogs both ways.

I'm tired.
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after spending all day walking dogs and taking my dog to the vet clinic to have his stomach pumped, and I find out Art Clokey died. Say it ain't so!


Gumby was a huge influence on me in the 60s; I watched a lot of TV when I was a kid, and Gumby was one of my favorite shows. When there was a resurgence of Gumby in the 80s, I was at Limelight one night and saw them playing a tape of old Gumby cartoons on the TV behind the bar; I was transfixed!

I had to take Corky to the über-expensive Fifth Avenue Veterinary Specialists after I discovered he'd eaten this [Saturday] morning a quantity of unsweetened cocoa powder. Bad, bad news...I got on the phone; tried to get my regular vet, who is supposed to have office hours on Saturday mornings—but he wasn't in—but ended up with Fifth Avenue Veterinary Specialists, open 24 hours for emergencies. I'm going to have to get some activated charcoal to have around the house for his next episode, because that's basically what they used. (It shouldn't have to cost me $900 every time he eats something!)

I'd write more, but I have to get up early in the morning; today I OD'd on adrenaline.
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after spending all day walking dogs and taking my dog to the vet clinic to have his stomach pumped, and I find out Art Clokey died. Say it ain't so!


Gumby was a huge influence on me in the 60s; I watched a lot of TV when I was a kid, and Gumby was one of my favorite shows. When there was a resurgence of Gumby in the 80s, I was at Limelight one night and saw them playing a tape of old Gumby cartoons on the TV behind the bar; I was transfixed!

I had to take Corky to the über-expensive Fifth Avenue Veterinary Specialists after I discovered he'd eaten this [Saturday] morning a quantity of unsweetened cocoa powder. Bad, bad news...I got on the phone; tried to get my regular vet, who is supposed to have office hours on Saturday mornings—but he wasn't in—but ended up with Fifth Avenue Veterinary Specialists, open 24 hours for emergencies. I'm going to have to get some activated charcoal to have around the house for his next episode, because that's basically what they used. (It shouldn't have to cost me $900 every time he eats something!)

I'd write more, but I have to get up early in the morning; today I OD'd on adrenaline.
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Well, this is a picture of Corky and me; he's a keeper.
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Well, this is a picture of Corky and me; he's a keeper.
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