It is with a very sad heart that I have to tell you my dad's old dog Albe had to be put to sleep this afternoon.
I was over at dad’s today. It wasn’t till I got there that dad mentioned Albe had some kind of fit in the night and was banging around trying to get out of the kitchen. Dad sat up with him from 1pm and obviously hardly slept at all. He said he calmed down around 5am.
During the day Albe was very sleepy, but happily went outside with Polly.
Just as I was getting my trainers on so dad could bring me and Polly home, Albe went into a very violent fit. I’ve never seen anything like it. I held him as best I could, as I was afraid he’d hurt himself. Twice he went limp and I thought he’d died, but he would then gasp and go into another fit. It lasted over 20 minutes. When the fitting stopped, it was like he was blind and ran into the corner of the room and then ran the other way right into the patio door. I managed to get him and lead him outside, but he was obviously very disorientated. I let Polly out and she followed him as he wandered round and round.
I phoned the vets and it went to the emergency number. Spoke with vet who said it sounded worse than an epileptic fit. I asked if we could bring him down to the surgery, so she met us there. Dad drove and I sat in the back holding Albe. He just kept moving and was obviously very frightened. When we got there dad stayed in the car and I led him in. The vet said she could see how bad he still was, which was actually 90% better than when he was fitting. We discussed various things, but she said considering his age, it would be kinder to put him to sleep. I stayed with him until he had gone to The Bridge.
Dad got Albe on 2nd July 2013. His previous old girl Maggie had to be pts after he’d only had her about 18 months. Albe was a wonderful old lad and kept my dad company.
Dad, Polly and I will miss you.
Run free, till it's time for us to fetch you.