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YUCK! Worms – Part 3 of 3, Heartworms

Thursday, July 9th, 2009

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This is the final part of a three-part series about worms.  You can find Part One here, a discussion of tapeworms and hookworms, and Part Two here, a discussion of whipworms and roundworms.

Even though I am a very smart dog, I learn new things everyday.   Today, I learned that heartworms, once thought to be exclusive to canines, now affect felines as well.  Cats always try to copy everything we do, but I bet this is something they wish stayed exclusive to dogs.  If you have a cat, please talk to your vet about their heartworms.  I know nothing about the disorders of cats, except their general disability of not being a dog.

Vets rarely diagnose puppies under one year of age with heartworms, but they are still susceptible.  In fact, it can take up to 7 months for the larvae to mature into adult heartworms.  Most heartworm positive dogs will not show any physical signs for up to 2 years.

Heartworms are quite preventable.  That is why I am saddened by every case of heartworm infestation I come across.  We do not have to get heartworms.  They spread via female mosquitoes.  When they bite an infected dog, they ingest microfilariae.  The microfilariae develop in the mosquito, eventually moving to its mouth.  Once there, the microfilariae are referred to as infected larvae.  When a carrying mosquito bites their next canine victim, the microfilariae enter the dog, growing into adulthood.  Once fully grown, they enter the blood stream and move toward the heart.  There, they will complete the life cycle, reproducing  within the heart.  The adult heartworms  then clog the heart and major blood vessels leading from it, diminishing the blood supply to major organs.  This causes the organs to weaken and malfunction.

This is a preserved German Shepherd's heart with the right ventricle cut open to allow the hearworms to be seen.

This is a preserved German Shepherd's heart with the right ventricle cut open to allow the hearworms to be seen.

Heartworm positive dogs show signs of their condition with a shortness of breath, general weakness, a soft, dry chronic cough, nervousness, and a dramatic decrease in stamina.  They are most noticeable after any type of exertion.

It is not recommended that you start your dog on a preventative without a negative test for their presence.  Once a negative result comes, your vet will prescribe a heartworm preventative product.  However, if the test is positive, heartworm treatment is the typical course of action.  To give you an idea of what the treatment is like, imagine having a short burst of chemotherapy.  When a dog receives treatment, it is very important that he be kept at a low level of excitability, receiving plenty of rest during his weeks of recovery.

The arsenic-based drugs that the dog receives kills the adult worms within a few days.  As the worms begin decompose, the flowing blood carries them to the lungs.  The decomposing worms break up, and the body absorbs them, expelling them through their wastes.  Severe cases may develop a cough 7 to 8 weeks after treatment, as the worms are expelled through the lungs.  One month after the initial treatment, a dog receives a treatment to kill the microfilariae.  After a week, the heartworm test is repeated.  If positive, the dog may have to undergo another series of treatment.  A negative result means a few weeks of rest and the commencement of a preventative.

As you can tell, the treatment is very rough on dogs.  The best thing is preventing the heartworms.  Your vet will prescribe the preventative medication, and it is not available for purchase without a prescription.  Some people believe that over the counter wormers also work for heartworms.  They do not, and neither do the popular flea preventatives.  You dog must stay on the preventative his entire life, as dogs previously undergoing treatment can become positive again.

Since mosquitoes carry it, dogs that are outside are most at risk.  You may be aware  of my feelings on dogs living in the yard.  In case you do not, I think it is wrong.  We belong in the house, with you, happily avoiding heartworms.  If you simply MUST leave your dog outside, please get him tested and on a preventative ASAP!

How Could You?

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009

The following is an essay included in a book titled, “Pieces of My Heart” by Jim Willis.  I requested his permission to republish this essay, so that I can dedicate it to anyone who has ever known the love of a good dog, especially to those of you who have rescued a good dog and who know what a fantastic friend a “second-hand” dog can be.

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” – but then you’d relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs,” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” – still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.” As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch – because your touch was now so infrequent – and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with “papers.” You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked “How could you?” They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you – that you had changed your mind – that this was all a bad dream…or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?” Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself – a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

Please take a moment to share this with anyone you know who needs to read it.  If you would like to print a copy, Mr. Willis has graciously provided a .pdf to share in that way. The next time you have a couple dollars left over after keeping your house in order, please consider donating it to one of the many deserving shelters and rescues out there.