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My Dog Is Sick from the Pet Food Recall !!!

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Oh Lizz.....I'm so terribly sorry about your dog. I know how hard it was....but you did the best thing for him....and you did it out of love. You didn't want him to suffer any more. I know how difficult that was for you and I know the pain and heartache you now feel....... wondering if you did all you could.....wondering if it was the food or what. But the good thing is.....he is no longer suffering. I went through the same thing just a few weeks ago.....and it was one of the hardest things I've ever been through. Again, let me say how sorry I am.

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Well ... it was cancer: lymphoma of the kidneys which had metastasized. Usually lymphoma is treatable with chemotherapy but, in the kidneys the prognosis is very bad even if it's caught very early. The oncologist didn't think chemotherapy would help and, would probably worsen his suffering.

He was in really bad shape, losing control of his bowels, etc. and he really seemed to be suffering so ... we euthanized him today. I feel such deep sadness. I thought I'd have another ten years with him at least. He was only eight years old.

This particular vet doesn't think it was the food recall but, I've been reading that some of the contaminants were carcinogens so ... who knows. If it wasn't the food then ... the timing is uncanny.

Thanks for everyone's support and concern.


My heart goes out to you right now. This poem was sent to me when I was faced with a similar situation a couple of years ago. I hope it provides some comfort. [And, yes, I do believe carcinogens play a factor (experience is a great teacher]

The Power of the Dog

There is sorrow enough in the natural way

From men and women to fill our day;

And when we are certain of sorrow in store,

Why do we always arrange for more?

Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware

Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.


Buy a pup and your money will buy

Love unflinching that cannot lie--

Perfect passsion and worship fed

By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.

Nevertheless it is hardly fair

To risk your heart to a dog to tear.


When the fourteen years which Nature permits

Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,

And the vet's unspoken prescription runs

To lethal chambers or loaded guns,

Then you will find--it's your own affair--

But ... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.


When the body that lived at your single will,

With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)

When the spirit that answered your every mood

Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,

You will discover how much you care,

And will give your heart to a dog to tear.


We've sorrow enough in the natural way,

When it comes to burying Christian clay.

Our loves are not given, but only lent,

At compound interest of cent per cent.

Though it is not always the case, I believe,

That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:

For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,

A short-term loan is as bad as a long--

So why in--Heaven (before we are there)

Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?


Rudyard Kipling

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Again, thanks so much. I guess because dogs are such loving creatures, it is so hard to lose them. My husband keeps saying we gave him a great life, and we did but ... he was such an integral part of our lives. I miss him so much.

For the last two days I've been really beating myself up about this but, the oncologist said there really wouldn't have been much we could do, even if we had caught it earlier.

I really appreciated that she was straight with me. Most vets would have milked the situation ... because we were prepared to spend a lot more money if necessary .... but she didn't. The one good thing that's come out of this is that I found this facility. Between all of the trips to my regular vet, various trips to local emergency clinics, the dermatologist, etc. none of them was able to diagnose the problem until now.

The next time one of my dogs gets sick ... I'll take them straight to this facility. They were true professionals and really knew what they were doing. They were far better than the dozens of vets I've used over the years.

At least I know now that I can finally get the right help if one of my babies gets sick in the future.


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Lizz- I'm so sorry for your loss. Don't beat yourself up, girl. You did everything you could, and you had to make a hard choice to relieve his suffering. Sounds like the vet really cared about your dog, too.

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[And, yes, I do believe carcinogens play a factor (experience is a great teacher]

Because my dog is part Shar Pei, they are more prone to kidney problems but ... for all I know, these carcinogens may have increased his chances of getting the cancer a lot sooner ... my gut still tells me that the food had something to do with it because this cancer really hit him hard and fast.

They still don't know everything about this but, from what I've been reading, the Chinese company put these chemicals in the food to save money. The pet food companies were requiring certain levels of protein but, using the true ingredients with high protein would cost a lot more. So, they put these chemicals in the food to artificially boost the protein levels so the pet food companies would think the Chinese contractor was meeting the specifications when they tested it.

I still blame the pet food companies though .... they probably made a lot of money up front by doing business with these sleazy overseas companies but they have lost me as a customer for life. I was spending $300-$500 a month on dog food but I'll be cooking my own dog food for now on.


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Lizz, I am so sorry for your loss. I know your furbaby knew he was loved. Gentle hugs to you.

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Oh Lizz! My heart goes out to you and your family. Here's a poem that was of comfort to me when my own sweet doggie was put to sleep.....


by Jimmy Stewart

He never came to me when I would call

Unless I had a tennis ball,

Or he felt like it,

But mostly he didn't come at all. When he was young

He never learned to heel

Or sit or stay,

He did things his way.

Discipline was not his bag

But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.

He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,

And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,

The delivery boy was his favorite prey.

The gas man wouldn't read our meter,

He said we owned a real man-eater.

He set the house on fire

But the story's long to tell.

Suffice it to say that he survived

And the house survived as well.

On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,

He was always first out the door.

The Old One and I brought up the rear

Because our bones were sore.

He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,

What a beautiful pair they were!

And if it was still light and the tourists were out,

They created a bit of a stir.

But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks

And with a frown on his face look around.

It was just to make sure that the Old One was there

And would follow him where he was bound.

We are early-to-bedders at our house--

I guess I'm the first to retire.

And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me

And get up from his place by the fire.

He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,

And I'd give him one for a while.

He would push it under the bed with his nose

And I'd fish it out with a smile.

And before very long

He'd tire of the ball

And be asleep in his corner

In no time at all.

And there were nights when I'd feel him

Climb upon our bed

And lie between us,

And I'd pat his head.

And there were nights when I'd feel this stare

And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there

And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.

And sometimes I'd feel him sigh

and I think I know the reason why.

He would wake up at night

And he would have this fear

Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,

And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.

And there are nights when I think I feel him

Climb upon our bed and lie between us,

And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think

I feel that stare

And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,

But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,

I'll always love a dog named Beau.

This poem was taken from Jimmy Stewart and His Poems by Jimmy Stewart, a short collection of poems published by Crown Publishers, Inc. in 1989. To order this book, call the Full Circle Book Store at 1-800-683-READ. Refer to ISBN number 0-517-57382-2. It's a little illustrated hardback that costs about $12.


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When I lost one of my dogs, a member of allnurses sent me this Poem & Web site--I have never forgotten it.

I am so sorry for your loss, I have been following this thread since you started it!!

((((((((((((((((((((((((((((LIZZ & BABY))))))))))))))))))))


Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown

The Website is rainbowbridge.com

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Thanks for all of the great poems, website links, etc. I really appreciate it. You guys are great.


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Lizz, I'm so sorry. I lost me beloved Tigger, a 12 year old kitty, two weeks ago and the devastation was terrible.

Like you, we did everything possible but in the end it was not up to us. You did your best for your poor guy and I know your decision spared him much suffering.

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((((((((((((((( Lizz and her baby ))))))))))))))))) So sorry for your loss.

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