I should start by telling you that all the pets in my house have a hyphened cat or dog. I have many pets and somehow over the years started calling them cat or dog. Wilbur was a Liver spotted Dalmatian. His given name was “Sir Wilbur”. He was the goofest dog I have ever known. He had a real talent for getting into mischief. I don’t own a pair of slippers, just odd lefts and odd rights. I got Wilbur in 1999, he was just 6 weeks old. A week later his brother Boo Boo moved in. They were the funniest pair of dogs,
they loved each other and us equally.
Wilbur was the jester of the family, there was always a story that started with “Do you know what that Wilbur dog did……”. He loved to sleep on the bed and really thought he should be allowed to share the pillow too!!!! My Dalmatians are a little larger than the average…80pounds. Wilbur honestly thought he was a lap dog. When you actually let him lie across your lap, he would turn his head and give you the biggest smile (anyone who has ever owned a Dalmatian will understand) and because his head was upside down
all the skin from his neck would flop
over his mouth and
he looked….well….silly!!!!!
Well just before Christmas Wilbur was having some what I thought were behaviour problems. He was messing in the house. I had been babysitting a friends cat and thought it was just jealousy. A few days later the cat went home and Wilbur did not stop. I noticed him straining a bit so I called the Vet. We did a urine test and it showed nothing, but, he was treated for a urinary tract infection. He was doing fine once he was on the antibotics. (I must mention that Dalmations
are prone to urinary tract problems).
On January 7, 2003 the problems started again. So off to the Vets we went. Up until that day Wilbur behaved no differently. He ate, he was just as playful as ever and as a matter of fact that morning I put both dogs out in the yard because
I thought they were going to go through the floor
they were playing so hard.
By the time we got to the vets Wilbur was incontientent every 5 minutes straining every time and only producing very small amounts. They did an x-ray and it revealed that his bladder was full of stones.
(It looked like a bag of marbles in the picture.)
There was only one truly humane option left.
AND NOW THE WILBUR DOG RESTS
We will never forget him and his silliness.
SIR WILBUR
AUGUST 2, 1999 ~ JANUARY 7, 2003
Forever in my Heart,
| Tracy Collin |