Today is Speck’s 16th birthday. I remember the day we got him . . like it was yesterday. I had asked for a dachshund for several years and Vince always said “no dogs in the house!” One day out of the blue, he said “Do you want a dachshund?” YES! We drove over to the next county where he had found one and they had three adorable puppies. We had to pick one. I wanted one; Vince wanted a different one. We got the one Vince wanted and that’s Speck.
I’m taking him to the vet in the morning to get his teeth cleaned. Hopefully, there’s a bad tooth causing some of his problems. If not . . we’re about at the end of our options. He’s back on two antibiotics and unless we find a solution, once he stops taking them, he will end up very sick again in a week or so.
Dogs don’t live forever . . we’ve done what we can. Cleaning the teeth is a last resort but I couldn’t give up on him til we’d done everything we could do.
He’s had 16 very good years . . been loved and pampered and he’s brought lots of love and joy to us!