I don't like what this collar does to my complection

Guy spent a week in intensive care at Cheshire, largely because of a periodic spells of slow heartrate. One additional potential diagnosis that was added to his list was myasthenia gravis, the neuromuscular autoimmune disorder that felled Aristotle Onassis. Several tests ruled that out, mercifully.

All the vets checked him even more thoroughly for ticks and found nothing, which tends to rule out the tick paralysis, which usually clears right up once the tick is removed.

That leaves botulism and coonhound paralysis. His heartbeat firmed up, and he became a medical boarder, though he's still paralyzed. They kept him on a blanket on the floor where he was in constant view and received steady pets and fussing. Everyone kept moving his paws to slow down the atrophy of his muscles.

We can't speak highly enough of the care Guy received at Cheshire. Drs. Misca, Keano and Donnelly were the vets we spoke with most often, and they were all candid and reasurring at the same time. Drs. Gullivan and Carter were also giving care, though we saw them less often.

Dr. Carter had a quadraplegic cart left over from one of her own dogs, and she said she's been waiting for the right dog to come along. Guy is the right dog. They outfitted the cart, and we hope to have him using it soon.

Other staff members lavished him with affection, too. We spoke most with Donna and Melissa and Chelsea, but we know there were others there too -- we just didn't catch their names. Maybe you'll comment so we can thank you.

Another before picture...