This is a hard one for me to write, and I've been avoiding it for a few days because of the vast level of total suck involved.
Six years ago Lucy had a wonderful litter of six puppies. Among them was a puppy that from the moment he was born was incredibly beautiful. He was, and remains, the loveliest Dane ever to come from my short and abbreviated little breeding program.
Sue drove approximately seven million miles to come get him, and he has had the best home in the world with her. Tragically, that entire litter was, as some breeders say, "snakebit." I put together two dogs with tremendously healthy pedigrees and got more tragedy than I could deal with. He is one of only a few remaining, and all his life he has had trouble with bloating. Sue has been absolutely heroic about giving him an amazing life and pulling him through each and every time.
Dylan has finally come up against something that neither she nor I can fix. He was recently diagnosed with bone cancer. In Danes that usually means there's not a lot of time left.
If you have a moment today, give a thought for Dylan and for Sue, and I know she'd appreciate any experience or wisdom on keeping him comfortable and happy. She's experienced with natural feeding and supplements, as am I, but this is where our experience ends. If you know more, please let me know.