Our Bernese Mountain Dog, Ketzl, is a great girl, but she’s been through a lot in her 8 years. Even knowing that Bernese have a tendency toward health issues didn’t quite prepare us for:
- Entropion (eyelids turned slightly inward, which causes the eyelashes to irritate the cornea - surgically corrected)
- OCD (lesions in the joint capsule - shoulders, for Ketzl - corrected surgically with a then-experimental method involving a scope)
- Torn ACL ligaments, both sides, requiring corrective action (TPLO, in K’s case, which requires 12+ weeks of recovery for each operation, 6 of which necessitate putting no weight on the leg - quite the challenge)
- Mast cell tumors, caught early
That’s a lot for any dog to go through (and I’m probably forgetting something): Ketzl has been great throughout—terrific attitude, enthusiastic… a great companion.
A few years after her last TPLO we noticed something unusual: an occasional tendency for Ketzl to scrape her right foot on the ground when moving it forward. Given her previous orthopedic issues, we booked a follow-up appointment with our surgeon to see if perhaps something had gone wrong with her recovery (although this was some time after the surgery, it seemed to be the best initial approach).
Dr. McCarthy at Tufts did an exam, and was positive after his examination that this didn’t look like an orthopedic issue, and referred us to the Neurology department. After a number of exams, it seemed pretty clear that the problem was something neurological, and an MRI didn’t show any significant spinal cord ‘pinching’…
It’s important to recognize at this point that some diseases are diagnosed as a series of “rule-outs”: as all the other possibilities were eliminated, one-by-one, only the worst remained… Degenerative Myleopathy.
DM is similar to Multiple Sclerosis in humans. The immune system attacks the myelin sheath surrounding the nerves, causing them to lose their ability to transmit signals. It starts in the back legs and moves forward, the end result being a completely paralyzed dog.
There’s no real treatment (and no confirmation of the diagnosis until an autopsy is done; basically, they remove the spinal cord and examine the nerve fibers—pretty horrible), though certain types of supplements are anecdotally helpful (and we’ve got Ketzl on them). It progresses relatively quickly, and within 6 months or so the dog loses control of their back legs.
Ketzl did quite well at first, and was able to actively walk and lead a relatively normal life, except she would lose her balance, fall, or cross her rear legs. (In general, the nerves that tell the dog where their legs are go first.) But, as time went on, the right leg became more and more paralyzed, and Ketzl was no longer able to use it effectively. The left side got weaker as well, and after a year and a half or so it was clear that she could no longer walk without hurting herself. But, this took longer than we expected: a good sign.
There are two big decision points with DM dogs. The first is when the dog loses mobility, which is where we are now. Fortunately, I work in a home office, and am able to be around her all the time: I can use a (really great) harness to help her get around the yard, and tend to her when she wants to go places she can’t stumble/drag herself to. We also take her to a place about an hour away, once a week, that does animal physical therapy. This includes massage, electric muscle stimulation, a water-treadmill that allows her to walk “normally” by supporting her weight in water, and controlled swimming.
All of this is designed to help keep Ketzl’s muscles as strong as possible for as long as possible—but even with all this, her muscles inevitably lose tone in her legs and back, and it moves forward. Today, she weighs about 13 pounds less than she did a year ago, and all that’s due to muscle wasting.
If that was all, it wouldn’t be the best life for a dog… and without the time to do all that (and, believe me, it takes a lot of time), many would choose to put the dog down.
Fortunately, we also found Eddie’s Wheels—a place here in Massachusetts that makes “carts”: wheelchairs for dogs. We had Ketzl measured for a cart, and right around Valentine’s Day we drove out to the shop, had it fitted, and took Ketzl for her first “unassisted” walk in months.
After some initial “what the heck is this?” hesitation, she took to it enthusiastically, and walked up the hill, tail wagging—also, for the first time in months. It was clear she was beyond happy, finally able to move again! (I’ve got a movie of this: maybe I’ll post it once I edit a little, as it’s a very happy moment.)
The Dog Wheelchair has really made a big difference for her, and for us. We can go for walks together again, and she can get exercise. If you’ve got a dog with similar problems, I enthusiastically recommend Eddie’s Wheels—they’re great people, and a cart will make a huge difference in your dog’s quality of life.
Unfortunately, the disease continues to progress. Zabeth is a veterinary student (Tufts ‘07), and with that and the web, we know far too much about the disease and its inevitable march. Soon, it’s likely that Ketzl will become incontinent (something I’m not looking forward to, as many dogs get depressed when it happens)—and that’s another decision point for most owners. I’m looking at it like this: as long as Ketzl is still happy, I’m willing to do what I can to help her continue.
As our veterinarian has said, DM is a trail of tears. And it’s true: it’s a bastard of a disease.
Yet there are little victories every day, and the sight of a dog, in a wheelchair, zipping along and greeting other dogs and people—ears flapping in the wind, tail wagging…
Trail of tears, sure. But sometimes, those tears are tears of joy.
24 May 2005 at 09:30 pm | #
Dear, Dave. I am glad y’all have the wherewithall to handle her. I and my family have had many animals, from dogs and cats to lizards, turtles, snakes and all sorts of critters in between. I always wanted a big dog but not until I had a big yard. Nellie loved the 1/3 acre wild back yard. Her buddy was the chihuahua, and the beagle and pug were along for the ride. The cats just looked at her. Not quite 10 years and she had to go down with congestive heart failure. At least it was definite - no wondering, wasting, or wishing. She was a HUGE Lab (120+ pounds - had to be some Rottweiler in her, but she was so sweet with all). Maybe because of her size and since she could be hugged and squeezed as much as you wanted, her passing was the hardest of all our broods over the years. My sister said a big dog ain’t nothing but a heartache. Daughter’s damn chihuahua was blind, deaf, 15 yrs. and down to 4# beeffore she got sickly. other daughter’s damn cat is never going to die (17 and I swear she just dies several times a day but comes back).
I’ve never shared such as much. What a statement to the power of a blog. I will always be thinking of y’all and Ketzl. Thank you for sharing.
Tim
24 May 2005 at 10:06 pm | #
Thanks for sharing, Tim: I’m glad that this post encouraged it. It’s definitely not the kind of thing I expected myself to be writing.
It’s definitely going to be very difficult when the time comes for Ketzl to pass. She’s been an important part of our lives for many years.
There’s an ice cream place near us—Erikson’s Dairy—that gives out free “dog ice cream”: a very nice thing for pet owners (they even put a Milk Bone on top).
Anyway, at the end of last season we were—just by chance—there on closing day. A sad moment, at the time, as I didn’t think Ketzl was going to make it much past the Winter: last ice cream for her to enjoy. Kind of hard to explain to the kids who were there at the same time why I was tearing up.
But, again by chance, we were there opening day this year. Another ice cream… this time enjoyed in the wheelchair. There may not be many more, or there may: the disease does what it does, and we continue to ride its wave. But that dish of vanilla no doubt tasted sweet to her, and watching her enjoy it sweeter still to me.
27 May 2005 at 05:47 pm | #
Great tale. Get it? tale? That may be the first pun I’ve ever made intentionally.
Yes, who’d a thought a blog by a software developer would find folk sharing such.
27 May 2005 at 06:05 pm | #
Hey, software developers are people too!
28 May 2005 at 10:01 am | #
and it’s good to know that
28 May 2005 at 01:59 pm | #
Hey Dave,
Thanks for the your SuperDuper Heroics on the MEMORIAL DAY SATURDAY no less!!! DREAM Tech support, as usual, from YOU!
But it PALES compared to your love of your dog! As dog owner, I know the deal…
God Bless you both, and may your furry daughter be around WAY past your best expectations… licking your nose and troubles away…
28 May 2005 at 02:58 pm | #
Thanks, Arkady!
28 May 2006 at 04:59 pm | #
Hello,
I just read your post and just wanted to say they must have been very sad and upsetting. It is always painful to have something like that happen and not being able to do anything about it whether it be person or pet.
28 May 2006 at 08:12 pm | #
It’s sad and happy, Wheelman… but a year after this post, she’s still around. Alas, she’s too weak to use the chair without assistance, but we’re there to give it to her for as long as she wants us to.