Some of my favorite memories are from his puppy days. He was known for eating things. He ate my cousin's $100+ mouth piece that she had taken out while we were eating supper, he drank half of the used grease out of a fry daddy and ate 20+ flour tortillas. The tortillas were a problem b/c my tiny puppy grew double his size and the vet wanted me to make him throw them up by getting him to drink salt water. Yea right.
When I graduated college, I got a teaching job in Kerrville and we moved back to my hometown so I could be at school longer days, and I was really homesick. B/C Duncan couldn't go hang out with Verna each day we decided to get a second dachshund, Chloe. They were best friends, and as Duncan grew, we learned he was not a miniature dachshund, but in the words of our vet, the longest dachshund he had ever seen.
Around his first birthday, Duncan was diagnosed with epilepsy and he was on very strong medication for it. He took phenobarbital, which was terrible on his kidneys. He had seizures at least once a month, and often they lasted for five minutes or longer. When he was around five years old, the doctor recommended a milder medication, potassium bromide for his seizures. The seizures continued even with the medication, so around age 10 we decided to take him off the medication completely and by age twelve the seizures stopped altogether.
When LE was an infant, Duncan jumped off the couch and a vertebrae in his back broke and collapsed onto his spinal chord. We took him to an emergency room in south Austin and for $2000 they fixed our Duncan Dog. Yes, $2000 was a lot, but we had been saving for a new fridge and I could not open a new fridge knowing I had put our dog to sleep. A few years later the same thing happened again, and we had prepared ourselves as we driving to the same surgeon that we could not do the surgery again. But, when we took him out of the kennel at the vet's his legs had begun working again.
His legs and back finally gave way at fifteen years of age and Ben and I had to make the worst decision I think we've ever made as a married couple. We both cried and knew Duncan was tired and miserable. After years and years of vets telling us, he probably would not live past seven years old, he not only lived longer than that, he doubled his age adding so many memories to our family. He is already so missed by each of us and his sister dog, Chloe.