3 July 2016

Unbelievable: my Senta is dead

Niederländischer-, Deutscher-, VDH-, und Luxemburger Jugendchampion, Weltjugendsiegerin 2016, Europasiegerin 2016

No Limits aus dem Elbe-Urstrom

29-5-2014 – 22-06-2016

Writing this is so terribly difficult. The pain of losing my Senta is so great and it still hurts. It’s like a bad dream from which I wish I would awake, I want her back with me so much. For me, it feels as if a part of me has died and my breeding plans are suddenly destroyed.

Senta was all I ever wanted, a gorgeous OES with a beguiling nature. I could read with Senta and write and dance. Yes, dance! When I held out my hand, she stood on her hind legs and put a front paw on my hand and we danced! You could talk to her face to face, and she was the most pleasant dog that you could ask for. She was the masterpiece of my 43-year breeding career. Now she’s dead and It makes me cry now. Actually, I have no more tears left and cannot believe what has happened. I want her back!

Her brother Norman has become very quiet, he misses her. The two have played so wonderfully together, they were a close team, but now she has gone.

It all started innocently, they ate most of their food on Friday and Saturday with Prada, my Bearded bitch, nothing exceptional. Senta was a little quieter than normal. She had recently been in season and I suspected that she had a Phantonpregnancy. On Sunday she was still quiet and I kept a close eye on her. Nothing showed me the disaster that was coming. On Sunday evening I took her temperature, which was normal. By Monday morning I was seriously worried because she was very lethargic. My vet was operating, but I was able to get to her about 12 o’clock. Senta only moved at a snail’s pace in the car and in the practice. After a thorough investigation nothing seemed to bad. The vet took blood and the result came back at 10 o’clock that evening and I knew that it was very very bad. Her kidney values were 700 rather than at 130! She immediately had a transfusion, X-ray were taken, but showed nothing special. An Echo test found that the filters of the kidneys were twice as large as they should be. My vet prepared me for the worst. Hope dies last. “Senta” stayed with her in the Clinic and was provided with the best care that you can wish for. On Tuesday morning I called and heard that Senta had a good night and she was calm. The laboratory reports showed that there were no abnormalities except the catastrophic kidney values. Everything points to poisoning. On Tuesday evening, my good friends, the Bechstedts happened to be in the Clinic and “talked” with Senta. I was with her in the evening to 8 o’clock. She had her head on my knees. I sat in front of the box in which they lay. I caressed her and plucked a small tangel of coat behind her ear. How silly of me I thought how unimportant it felt at that moment. After about 10 minutes Senta was exhausted and wanted to lie back down. She was very quiet and I stayed a while with her. When I left Senta, I did not know that it would be the last time I saw her alive.

That night I could not sleep and cried a lot. At 8 o’clock in the morning I called the vet to inquire about Senta. She had survived the night, but she had a fever and they tried to cool her down. At 10.10 a.my vet Mrs. Liesbeth Vanholen called me and told that Senta has died.

My world crashed around me and I was completely in shock. I was not even able to cry, everything around me was silent and seemed so unreal. After 30 minutes I started crying and could not stop.

Senta was everything to me, my world is collapsed.

My dream dog died in just 3 days. This wonderful beauty named “Senta” is simply no longer there.

In the evening I had to call the vet to think about whether we should cut my Senta, and remove her organs to investigate this. The idea of cutting my beautiful, beloved dog, brought me almost to tears. My vet told me that it was almost pointless to do this. You would never find out what poison caused this renal failure. It must have been poison, that is a fact. But no one here would have any reason to poison my dogs. An old piece of bread with Mold, that a bird in the meadow has dropped, and Senta has eaten, is a possibility.

Norman her litter brother has become very quiet, he misses his sister. They were a very happy team who always played together. Senta’s place with me beside the bed has been taken by her mother Doro.

It happened a few times, I have called the dogs into the house and wondered where Senta was. 2 times it has happened, I have made their food and then stood with her food bowl in my hand and realised that she is no longer there.

The pain and sorrow that I feel can not be described in words. Texas her father I had to euthanize nine days later.

my 3 dogs, Doro, Norman and my Beardie Prada are in deep mourning.

The last photo of my beloved Senta in May evening on my terrace.

Senta Mai 2016