O'Cockaigne Estate

Cody is back home.

Cody is back home.

  On the way back from Hungary, 12 June, we got an emergency call that Cody had to be picked up urgently. Angelique, the owner could no longer take care of him due to circumstances. As soon as we got home, I picked up Commander Cody, as he was officially called. Cody is a brother of Coney and Caintha, and is also already 9 years old! When I picked him up he was shaved two weeks before and looked like this picture. He seems like a great puppy and behaves, despite his slight heart problems, too. It was, of course, getting used to him but after a few days he started to play.

The funny thing was that he searched old toys! With this multicoloured donkey he played a lot as a puppy, 9 years ago. He also wanted to play with Calhoun but he didn't dare to play with your old uncle?!

        By now we are a few months further and Cody feels completely at home. He has demanded the guest room and there is a prince Gelmatras that I have ever gotten from Angelique. It should be so! His fur has grown considerably again and he is going to look more like Cavanaugh, a real woolly. He is only much lighter in color and finer in construction.

Meanwhile, we decided that Cody will stay here. He is doing well and has a lot to his liking. He enjoys the forest walks and, like his sister Coney, loves to walk through the largest dredging puddles. The more dirty, the more delicious!

I hope we can enjoy this delicious Doug for a long time.

And then the clock stood still.

After a long deliberation and roads I decided to contact Luc Janssens again and ask him if he wanted to operate Cwillyaigne once more. She obviously suffered from her jaw. She often shook her head and while walking she often put her yuling in my hand, she could not chew a pensstaafjes or nibble on a cow's hoof. She wanted to play with Calhoun again and when Brandir was there she found that great! But playing did not, it hurt. Slowly I saw her go back mentally, she became less cheerful and enjoying a walk was no longer there. Very occasionally I let them loose in the woods, at the beginning of this year she also hunted but the last few months trudged them pathetically behind me. No, the fun was nice from there. That's why I came to my difficult decision, I knew the risks but had the utmost confidence in the Anubis team.

First a CT scan was made to see if there were any strange changes to the jaws and whether it was possible anyway.

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Granny Amy and the hare.

  The colder it gets the more delicious Grandma Amy finds it. The last days she even goes back for a whole round! The day before yesterday she walked about 6 kilometers and she was almost 2 hours outside. She loves that, that cold. This morning after her walk she met the newest toy of Calhoun on our site, a hare! Well that had to fly here of course! I was again terrified because of the weird antics she got, but could still quickly grab the camera for a few "unique" pictures. For, say, what Deerhound of twelve years, six months and twenty-eight days is still playing?

Grandma Amy Twelve and a half years!!!

Hurray!!! Today Grandma Amy, Edle Emmy vom Welzerberg, has become twelve and a half years! She is still in very good health and mentally there is also nothing wrong with her. She knows exactly what she wants and as it has always gone with her; Her will is law. As soon as Simon wakes up, Amy also stands up to take his place in bed. She loves that and it always takes me at least 10 minutes to get her back from bed. The slice of cheese, which she gets at our breakfast in the morning, you don't have to forget! And I'm late with making their supper, Amy lets see it though!  

She has periods that she is a bit less active but the last few days she runs a whole round of more than two kilometers in the morning and also in the evening we walk a little bit. If she is on the leash and she doesn't feel like it, she stays as a donkey and does not resist a leg anymore. To move her you have to push her! She runs loose and she makes no sense then she just turns around and walks back. But if she makes sense, she determines the route and can sometimes happen that you are on the road for half an hour or that your hair is suddenly lost because she has disappeared through a hole in a hedge or an open fence. She is just as curious as when she was two!

We hope to be able to enjoy her for a long time!

Our Craffitsh is no more.

Sunday, December 11th, it was now time to take our Christmas picture. We decided to drive all the Galderse Meren lakes to make "the Christmas Picture". Arriving there it turned out to be very busy, then drive to the Mastbos, nice places enough! The almost twelve and half-year-old granny Amy was also with us and therefore we were looking for a place that was not too far away, also because of Craffitsh of course. Quickly shoot a few nice pictures and continue walking, because a nice little walk, grandma Amy is very nice. Of course Calhoun and Cwillyaigne made it exciting again, but because we kept Craffitsh on the leash, I could make some nice pictures of him. Craffitsh could only be 6 years, 7 months and 25 days old. On Wednesday morning 14 December, Craffitsh indicated that he took a very long morning stroll of 20 minutes. He walked a short way behind me and showed very tired. While I made the breakfast for the hounds he occasionally joined me and supported but partly on his left foot. But he did not get crippled and did not notice that he really had pain. I was walking the rest of the day to Mull. In the afternoon in the clinic still with Rens, our vet, spoken and some antibiotics for his lungs taken with them. I had the idea that he would still have a good life for a few days. 15 December, Thursday morning early, when Simon got up to work, he wanted to pressee with me on bed. When it was time for the morning walk and he came from our bed, I was not happy. He had a clear pain and tried not to use his left hind leg. However, he wanted to walk with the Pressee, which was a 10 minute stroll. After that he ate very well and he charged his foot some more. Doubt struck, or not yet… In The course of the day I had to help him twice on his bed and finally I chopped the knot and called the clinic, knowing that it could only go worse, never better. The pain would only get worse and the risk that he would break his leg was increased by the day. Rens arrived in the evening. Day my dear Craffitsh, but soon go to NAF NAF, your support and leave in the past and the future.

Cheytah is not in foal.

"Rosslyn

On 29 and 30 September, Cheytah is covered by Rosslyn Magi Among Shagied. I fell on this 8 year old male because of his similarity to Grandma Amy. A large, powerful, dark male that is very energetic for his age. With few flaws that are not present at Cheytah and vice versa. But unfortunately it should not be, Cheytah is not in foal.  

Craffitsh has a thickening just above his left heel

Friday 23 September I note during the combing of Craffitsh that he has a thickening just above his left heel. I have to take that afternoon with Cwillyaigne for control back to Anubis and decide to bring Craffitsh in the hope that they can look at it. This can and photos are taken. The treating doctor wants and cannot confirm my suspicion. It looks too a-typical for Osteosarcoma. Come back in two weeks and then possibly take biopsies. That happens. In the week of October 17 I get the result: Osteosarcoma. I go with Craffitsh to de Bilt in the hope that they will be able to do something for him. In the first instance, development seems to be still in place. On the long pictures there is still nothing to see and from the blood tests it appears that it is not yet so bad with Craffitsh. We have hope.

Cwillyaigne O'Cockaigne breaks her lower jaw

February 28: Cwillyaigne O'Cockaigne breaks her lower jaw. Our bad luck bird. The coursing season has started again for most hounds. Not for our Cwillyaigne. She was born for the accident and has had to skip many coursings because of serious injuries, almost all of them accumulated in the free field during a walk or bike ride.

Last February 28 the weather was hit. We were walking in the fields behind our grove. The hounds ran a bit to rummage on a meadow where normally Belgian draught horses run and suddenly a hare popped away. 

Calhoun, Caintha and Cwillyaigne shot at the back. Since it is actually very safe, no roads or cycle paths and little barbed wire that they know exactly how to get around, I did not get busy and walked quietly with the other hounds that side where they would come from again. The hares usually shoot the forest or tree plantations and then the boys lose them, but this hare decided otherwise. Calhoun and Caintha came back quite quickly and after a few recalls I saw Cwillyaigne in the distance a corner perish. Something was wrong, she didn't get crippled yet.. When she came closer she shot a hare near her, but she just looked… did not react. Not good, I thought. When she was at a distance of about 10 meters, I all saw blood flowing out of her mouth and tried to claw something out of her mouth with her front legs. A branch or so, I thought but after I had persuaded her to jump over the ditch and took her head in my hands, the courage fell into the shoes. Her lower jaw was broken at least in three places. The hare was apparently a concrete diver, I believe there are two or three under the paths and she was happily pushed behind. Anyway, the vet has been tinkering three hours to get the puzzle back together, the jaw appeared to be broken in four places, and she survived. Unfortunately, after 9 weeks it appeared that on the right side (the broken side) had not grown together and that there was botoplossing place at the places where the screws were sitting. So again under the knife, metal plate out there and now just wait and see if the ignition wants to heal. It is now starting to become less thick, but we are still far from there. Pathetic Cwillyaigne, our otherwise cheerful girl is now a heap of misery, she can only occasionally wagging and is constantly afraid that one of the other hounds runs against her yuling. Fortunately, eating (practically liquid) and drinking is good and she can walk with you, just on the leash!   How it went with our bad luck bird. On July 20, Jl. Our Cwillyaigne has been operated again. She obviously suffered from the semi-detached lower jaw, and I dared to let her run away from what was not exactly conducive to her spiritual wellbeing. She is a renmonster.    After many deliberation and roads I decided to go to Luc Janssens, a specialist surgery where I had been with other hounds before. He has a modern clinic, Anubis, just below Antwerp, with all the scanning and X-rays and a whole team of specialists around him. Wednesday morning 9.00 hours we were at places and after the story was heard Cwillyaigne got a antidepressant and was transported to the scan room. After a 20 minutes I could see the images. The left and front side of the lower jaw had grown nicely together but the front screw of the metal plate that was left in it, caused in the right jaw half, where the screw was also fixed, botoplossing. So this plate had to be out again. Right in the back there was a large empty space of about a thick centimeter. Luc Janssens told me, before we took the treatment, that he didn't really find this a present, it would be a heavy operation but especially recovery period. Anyway, the treatment would consist of; Left plate out, right jaw tip clean up, cavity fill with bone marrow from the humerus and antibiotic sponges and then fixate again with a picture. Cwillyaigne stayed behind and I went through gritted teeth home.                                                                                                                               At 13.00 am I got a phone call that the operation had gone well and that I could pick up Cwillyaigne against the six. However, they also had to pull a top notch to allow the jaws to close properly, so the lower jaw had changed so that the Rechterhoek tooth came to the cutting tooth.       For six o'clock we were in Aartselaar. Cwillyaigne was still asleep, she had been awake for a while but she had left her in the drip until we were there. After having spoken all through, we left with a large bag of medicine and an even sleeping Cwillyaigne. I had prepared that she would awaken panicky, which was one of the last times at least so but now she stayed very quiet until one hour or half two at night. Then she started to squeak a bit and lifted her yuling on occasion. At half past three I asked if she had to do a pee, she was right and walked barely Kiebel and did a huge pee. Then I knew that it went well with her and I could with peace of mind to bed.                                                                                                                                 The first week was a tough week. There were days when she had so much pain that she didn't want to drink, let alone eat. It was a crime to get the medicines in, but after a week it went a little better. Everything of course very liquid but we got it in it. The medicine I made in a mortar fine. Her tail we did not see so much wagging and of the walks she enjoyed yet.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             It was striking that after the surgery her Babu was not thickened and I could get there well to keep it clean as she drooled terribly. After two weeks this was fortunately a lot less and she could lick her mouth a bit better. Also the food, still almost liquid, and drinking went well. After three weeks she was clearly a lot happier and we stopped with a part of the painkillers. That went well. In The fourth week we could stop the antibiotics and another week later I stopped the Rimadyl. It goes well, she is cheerful, wants to hunt again love but may not yet of me, eats well although her speed has diminished clearly and even gives kisses again.                                                                   Because of all the anesthesia, her fur was totally down to the buds, so I decided to strip her completely. And what appeared there??? A beautiful "Greyhound"! Personally, I find my "Greyhound" more beautiful than the real.    About a week and a half, we have to go back for control, hopefully the images will show a completely growing lower jaw so that we can close this chapter again after a thick six months.       Bad luck, bad luck and another bad luck for our bad luck bird. 5 September we had to come back for control. We had good hope and Cwillyaigne behaved like old: happy. After an exploratory interview, Cwillyaigne got a whirl so she could be well researched. After some time, Luc Janssens came back with a distressed face. I knew enough; Her jaw had not yet grown to each other. But it was even worse, the space between them was too large to spontaneously grow together, there had been rejection of part of the bone marrow placed. We decided to repeat the operation a week later. On 12 September, Luc placed a second dose of bone marrow between the jaw surfaces. The operation was successful but three days later it was inflamed and the metal plate was exposed a bit. Straight back, let it be cleaned and attached. Cwillyaigne was heavy on the antibiotics and I rinsed her mouth clean after every meal. On 23 September I noticed that the metal plate was visible again, a part of the gums had disappeared. Luckily I was right at Anubis and there they made it as well as possible to sew it back. Unfortunately, it was again open on Tuesday. Luc and his team have beaten five books to find a method to close it right. Eventually they decided to use a part of Cwillyaigne's lower lip to close it. While I was in England to cover Cheytah, Simon panicked that Cwillyaigne scratched the whole lot and was totally panicked. He could go to the vet on Friday morning, but he could do nothing more than just give a hood and painkillers. Saturday I was back home and beholded the drama. Cwillyaigne was our Cwillyaigne no more. This was the well-known drop that caused the bucket to flow. She accepted the strange feeling that her stuck sewn lower lip gave, absolutely not. As long as she was quiet on her bed, nothing was going on but as soon as she got up for a walk or to eat she became wild and tried to scratch her beak with her paw. This could not continue so naturally for a few weeks. I decided that the metal plate had to be out and that her lips had to be sewn together again so that they felt normal for her. On Monday 3 October, Luc Janssens did this and when Cwillyaigne came out of the anaesthetic and moved her beak a bit I saw the change. She was a piece of more relaxed. It is very unfortunate, because the lower jaw was busy growing together, a very fragile bridge was created. But unfortunately, through the operation and because there was no further support, the jaw parts were separated again and the Cwillyaigne's lower jaw was skewed again. Her tongue hangs more outside her mouth than in it and she still has occasional pain but it goes again in the right direction with her, spiritually. It is sin but yes, sometimes you have no choice. On October 25th, almost 8 months after the adventure, I have the last stitches removed. Also the "soluble" which did not want to solve and gave a lot of irritation. Now she gets calm, first everything healed well, both physically and mentally and next year we see again. I just hope that she can go on course again because that is still her lust and her life.

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