As a volunteer with the Golden Retriever Club of Greater Los Angeles Rescue, I keep an eye on local shelters for Golden Retrievers. When I discovered Onslow online in the Banning shelter in early February, I went to the shelter to meet him and leave my information. His family didn't reclaim him, even though they were notified and knew he was there, and he wasn't adopted by the general public. He looked a mess...overweight, matted and dirty, with crusty eyes. Listed as 10 years old, I doubt anyone even asked to take him out of his cage...if they had, they would have seen what a lively character he was. So, he became a ward of the GRCGLAR.
After spending a few days at the vet's I was going to take him to the kennel we board w
ith where he'd stay until a foster opportunity came up for him. But, I couldn't deliver him to the kennel...I was worried about him. He was big and old and didn't seem like he'd be any trouble at all, so I brought him home instead. He couldn't get in the pool fast enough! I was worried he would fall in, but he was able to navigate around the pool and found the stairs. He loved to sit on the top step. We'd throw a floating toy in and he'd bark at it. We got tired of retrieving the toys and he was soon swimming after them on his own.
Onslow had a host of health issues. His hips were crunchy, he had a partially torn cruciate ligament in his left knee, his elbows were calloused over, had mildly entropic eyelids, was arthritic, obese (125 lbs! should have weighed 80 lbs) and hypothyroid. He started on thyroid and arthritis medications immediately and this seemed to put some pep in his step. He began to lose wait and was able to take short walks. His weight loss was progessing along nicely and fur was beginning to come back in on his hairless tail.
About 5 weeks into his stay here, he began throwing up his meals. After a few days of this, I took him to the vet's where we were given anti-vomiting and anti-diarrheal medications. They didn't seem to help...Onslow was not acting himself at all. So back to the vet's we went. I was worried about a blockage but x-rays showed nothing remarkable going on in his gut. We went home with more medications. Two days later, I was awakened by Onslow's heavy panting and a distressed look in his eyes. I raced him to the emergency clinic we use in Corona, fearing he'd pass away before I got there, but he hung on. Once at the vet's he went into cardiac arrest. The veterinarian revived him several times, but he eventually went unconscious and died on the table. Chest x-rays showed something, a mass of some kind, pushing on the lungs and heart. The veterinarian felt it had likely been there a while.
It was tragic to lose Onslow this way so soon after he came into my life. But, I'm glad he's no longer hurting from his many ailments. I'm glad he didn't die in a shelter. I'm glad he was here for nearly two months, swimming every day and hanging out with us. I'm glad I got to be a part of his life. Good-bye big red boy, you are missed.