Little Buzzsaw was very sick. It started with an autoimmune disorder that caused his body to attack his red blood cells – immune mediated hemolytic anemia.
He had a reaction to one of the meds and he got pancreatitis which made him lose his appetite. it is a painful condition. His little belly stated to enlarge and while he was losing weight and muscle mass his belly continued to grow, which was definitely not a good sign. Then he couldn’t pee. He got weaker and weaker. he would look at me with his big eyes and looked so bad. My heart was breaking. He wouldn’t walk, couldn’t eat. My boy was in serious trouble.
Calls to the vet and more meds. The word was that he wasn’t going to get better. Whatever was in his abdomen was not good even if he survive this autoimmune disease, which apparently only 20% of dogs with it do…
My world got a lot colder on Saturday – and I’m not talking about the snow storm. I am shattered to tell you the Buzzman’s story has no happy ending.
He made his last road trip on Saturday.
He came into my world 8 1/2 years ago. During a visit to the Rottie rescue shelter, to find a new dog, Buzz most definitely decided he wanted to go home with me. He had been in the shelter for a year! He raced around in circles and proceeded to roll over at my feet. He purred like a cat when I patted him. It was his purring that gave him his name, as the shelter staff said he sounded just like a buzzsaw. Anyone who met him knew about his purring. Kinda disconcerting when a 90 lb Rottweiler makes a growling noise at you – but it was definitely pleasure and nothing more sinister.
Anyone who met him loved him “Everyone loves the Buzz!” He was such a little personality – so eager to please and so funny with his tricks and goofy behaviour. He like to watch TV. He danced when he was happy. He liked to hide his toys and his bowl. When he was younger he’s stay outdoors in his run, which had a dogie door into a luxury dog condo inside the garage. One day I came home to find his bowl hidden under a very neat and tidy pile of leaves while the Buzzman had a nap inside his house. It was too funny!
He love to travel and has visited most of western Canada in his 8 years. He was the most well mannered dog I have owned or even met, better than a lot of people I know. Whatever your stereotype of Rottweilers are, they would all be wrong if you though they applied to Buzz. He was gentle, affectionate, sweet, good natured, extremely intelligent, and caring.
I miss him horribly and there will never be another like him. I’m gonna go back in my cave for a few days and try to let this all take its course. Life will not be the same at all without my little Buzzsaw.
Godspeed my little man.