On December 31, 2011, two puppies from next door snuck into my garage to keep warm. Their mother had 11 puppies in late 2010 and 13 puppies in late 2011. Both times, she (Brownie, a 30ish pound mutt) got pregnant by two different males dogs.
We adopted two brothers from the 2011 litter. I named them Mario and Luigi because I was trying to inspire them to get along. They came to live with us on January 1, 2012. They were both seven weeks old. I had a dog while I was growing up, but Mario and Luigi were the first ones that my husband and I ever owned. It was a wild ride with two puppies. Multiple trips to the emergency vet in the first two years because Luigi liked to eat necklaces and electronics (two cell phones, bluetooth ear buds, etc.). Somehow we made it through the puppy years and had two wonderful boy dogs.
We added a girl dog in November 2014 (fully grown and long story I won't go into now). Somehow in 2020, a cat decided that she was going to adopt us. I am not a cat person, but she (Nellie) wormed her way into our hearts and into our home.
In 2023, Mario started to drink excessive amounts of water and had accidents in the house. He also started losing hair in one spot on his tail. We took him to the vet and Cushing's was suspected.
Our vet started him on eye drops (desompresine) to help with the excessive thirst and diluted urine. He had multiple rounds of bloodwork and urine tests. He eventually has one test in August 2023 that showed elevated cortisol so he was put on vetoryl.
Things were going well and I got the okay from the vet to stop the eye drops because Mario was growling and trying to bite me when I put them in. He was always a little grouchy but he really hated the eye drops.
In early 2024, he lost most of his appetite. I didn't notice at first because we leave food out for all of them all day (please no hate - I feel horrible already). We noticed he wasn't eating and also got his summer haircut around that time. He was so thin (he lost about 7 lbs - 42 to 35 lbs). His rear legs were also losing muscle and trembling We took him back to the vet and they did additional bloodwork. He tested abnormally low for cortisol so we stopped the Vetoryl immediately. It was suspected that the Cushings had been treated a little too well and he had developed Addison's.
Even after taking him off Vetoryl, he was still very picky about eating. We put him on wet food with no success. We made boiled chicken and rice, smushed it together, and microwaved for 30 seconds so he would eat. We added a little dry dog food and cooked ground beef to his diet. I hand feed him multiple times a day for four months.
At the beginning of August, he magically decided that he liked just dry dog food again. We were overjoyed and though he was getting better.
On August 27, 2024 he threw up at 9:45 pm. It was dog food and bile and a one time occurrence. He seemed fine so I didn't think much of it. The next morning, his rear legs wouldn't support him. I called the vet and got an appointment for that afternoon. My husband took him to the vet. He threw up violently while at the vet. He was immediately given and anti-nausea shot. It was so concerning that our vet referred us to the emergency vet about an hour away so he could be monitored overnight and given fluids.
I met my husband at the ER vet. We waited in the waiting room for almost an hour and Mario was letting my husband hold him like a baby. He would never let us hold him like this without growling normally. He was also breathing heavily.
We finally got seen and the ER vet suspected pancreatitis. They also tested his cortisol level and it was off the charts high (not an Addisonian crisis). We were told that his condition was serious, but everyone was hopeful we would have our little boy back by the weekend. We went back to the treatment area, scratched his head, and told him we loved him. The vet tech told us "no news is good news" and we drove home.
Around 11:30, our world stopped. The ER vet called and said that he "coded". They were doing CPR, but we needed to give them permission to stop. He wasn't coming back.
We rushed to the ER vet. They said that they did an ultrasound and saw what looked like a mass on his liver and debris in his gallbladder. We said our goodbyes to him (gut wrenching) and chose to have a private cremation. We did get a paw print, nose print, and lock of fur before we left. We also got a clay paw print from the crematorium. His ashes were returned by Friday and we went to pick them up.
Our vet called the day after it happened to talk to us. He has been practicing for 29 years and we love him. He told us that Mario most likely had a pheochromocytoma. He said that pheos are rare (this is the 2nd one he's seen) but I still feel like I should have known. I didn't even know what it was before last week.
I miss him so much. I really hope he didn't suffer because it kills me to think he did. I hate that I wasn't there to hold him in his last moments. He probably thinks I abandoned him and I hate that feeling.
I don't know if anyone cares but I just wanted to post and memorialize him.
Rest in peace, Mario. I will always love you.