It was one year ago today that my heart was broken. It happened when one of my dogs,
Uncas, died after "throwing a blood clot" as the vet said.
Uncas was a "special needs" dog. He was born with a genetic defect called mega esophagus. The esophagus connects our throats to our stomachs, and in
Uncas, it was extremely wide. A defect of the nervous system, the esophagus
continues to grow and expand. It would eventually impinge on his lungs on one side and his spine on the other. Tom and I knew this when we adopted him shortly after coming home from our honeymoon in November, 2005.
Uncas did not have a happy start in his life. He was originally bought as a puppy and named Damon. Soon after he was bought, his original owners starting beating him
because he was constantly throwing up (he was throwing up because his insides were not normal, it was not purposeful behavior). So they gave him back to the breeder who took him back and to the vet. His diagnosis was made. However, there was no real prognosis for
Uncas. Some dogs with his disorder only live a few months or a year. Some have lived as long as ten years.
Uncas lived with his breeder for a few months who nursed him back to health as best could be done and trained him. His breeder did a wonderful job of caring for him and training him. He was almost 5 months old when Tom and I adopted him and gave him a real home.
Uncas was a joy right from the start. After walking around our home and getting the lay of his new territory, I went up to him, sat down next to him, and petted him. He responded by licking my face and ever since I loved him. And I know that he loved me.
Uncas made an immediate friend. A 2 and 1/2 year old female
Schipperke named Mina. My dog that I got as a puppy and trained and loved. Very quickly our new member of the family settled into the household and life for the most part was very good.
Uncas was a lot of work to take care of
because of his disorder. He had to eat small meals several times a day; consisting of very small kibbles of moistened dog food and cooked chicken cut up into very small pieces. This was because he would not necessarily keep it down and when he did, it sat in his esophagus a very long time before it made its way into his stomach. It is very difficult to keep "weight on" these dogs.
Tom did research online and we learned that it is often helpful to give these dogs ensure. So every day,
Uncas got a can of evaporated milk mixed with a can of vanilla ensure. Extra vitamins and protein that was
easily digested. And
Uncas loved his "milkshakes". He would lick the bowl over and over again after he finished it.
For almost a year,
Uncas had a "forever home" with Tom and I. We loved him but he made it so easy to love him. A very gentle dog with a calm
temperament, he was simply a great dog. He loved to be petted and just "hang out" with us. It is difficult to describe his presence. Peaceful, kind, loyal. But also a great watch dog. He also loved short periods of play with us and Mina. Of course, he was not perfect. One day, for no
apparent reason, he peed on the carpet. I was there when he did it and yelled "NO" at him. He never did it again. And he also chewed Tom's desk when he was a puppy. But we didn't care. He was always a "good" dog and we appreciated him and loved him.
Then one morning, he began throwing up. Bad. Then he was vomiting mucus after that. We took him to the vet where he began to treat
Uncas for
pneumonia and gave him IV fluids. He began to improve and within a few days, he seemed to be back to his wonderful self. But it did not last. On a Saturday morning, he simply fell down and died.
Uncas did not ever reach his full physical growth. 110 pounds when he died, he needed to continue to fill out and would have gained about 10 more pounds. He was a true gentle giant.
I was depressed for weeks after he died. I remember Tom and I crying when we went to bring him home and bury him. Tom and I did so much to give him the best life he could have. In the end, for the short time he had with us, he lived a very happy life. He knew caring, patience, love, and acceptance.
Please enjoy the beautiful photos below. And please, enjoy the time you have with any animals you share your life with. They go way too soon.
Alert, happy, and calm. That was Uncas.
He would have made a great playmate and protector for my daughter.
A true Gentle Giant. Uncas is almost as big as the love seat behind him!

Uncas and Mina, the best of doggy friends, having a typical play session together. They were "alpha dogs" of our home and my version of a perfect "doggy family".
Uncas and his best friend, or "mate" Mina. They enjoy a beautiful and sunny July afternoon together. See the potted flowers behind them? Uncas was such a good dog he didn't even try to dig them up or destroy any of them.
Goodbye Uncas. Tom and I still miss you and we still love you.
ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN
Uncas Hansen
Shiloh Shepherd
The sweetest and smartest dog I have ever had the privilege of "owning".
His life was much too short.
July 1, 2005 to September 23, 2006