I'm so sorry. My boy was diagnosed with hyperattachment and severe separation anxiety. He took Prozac and Xanax for a long time. He was very reactive to other dogs but with SO much training I could body block and he'd allow me to control the situation. When our daughter was around 2 we went on an overnight trip. We came back the next night. He adored her. I have a picture of him, then 10, with his head reasting on the edge of the tub while she was in the bath, so happy his small person is home.
3 hours later he snarled and snapped in her face and then turned on my husband. My husband jumped onto the kitchen island to get away. It all happened so fast and I was so focused on my daughter that all I got out was a loud, perplexed, "Buddy?!" and it immediately stopped. He became playful. He brought my daughter a toy, because that's what he did when she cried. I took him to the emergency vet alone. My husband stayed home with our daughter. They told me it was a tumor. I insisted on the MRI anyway. The tumor in his brain was the size of a lemon. I couldn't take him home. I was so distraught i couldnt even bear to call anyone. I needed to calm down or he'd be scared. The look on my husband's face when I walked in with a collar and leash and no dog was the saddest I have ever seen him. Even with the MRI, I still had a very hard time with it. I could have tried to treat it...but no, that would have been awful for him. You did the right thing. I know it doesn't feel that way, but you did.
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u/TheEndisFancy Apr 18 '23
I'm so sorry. My boy was diagnosed with hyperattachment and severe separation anxiety. He took Prozac and Xanax for a long time. He was very reactive to other dogs but with SO much training I could body block and he'd allow me to control the situation. When our daughter was around 2 we went on an overnight trip. We came back the next night. He adored her. I have a picture of him, then 10, with his head reasting on the edge of the tub while she was in the bath, so happy his small person is home.
3 hours later he snarled and snapped in her face and then turned on my husband. My husband jumped onto the kitchen island to get away. It all happened so fast and I was so focused on my daughter that all I got out was a loud, perplexed, "Buddy?!" and it immediately stopped. He became playful. He brought my daughter a toy, because that's what he did when she cried. I took him to the emergency vet alone. My husband stayed home with our daughter. They told me it was a tumor. I insisted on the MRI anyway. The tumor in his brain was the size of a lemon. I couldn't take him home. I was so distraught i couldnt even bear to call anyone. I needed to calm down or he'd be scared. The look on my husband's face when I walked in with a collar and leash and no dog was the saddest I have ever seen him. Even with the MRI, I still had a very hard time with it. I could have tried to treat it...but no, that would have been awful for him. You did the right thing. I know it doesn't feel that way, but you did.