July 7, 2014 by Julia
The presumed life expectancy for a Boxer is either 8-10 or 10-12 years, depending on which website you visit. Its been my observation that 10-12 has the best chance to be true if you own a well-bred Boxer and have good luck. Poorly-bred Boxers seem to fall into the 8-10 range, with some long-lived exceptions. My first two Boxers, Xena and Dash, were/are both poorly bred and our luck was/is not great. So reaching the 7 year milestone has, thus far, marked a significant change for me. I morph from mostly sane and reasonably concerned dog owner to slightly paranoid and overly worried dog nut, and the number of vet visits see an uptick.
I let too much of my last two years with Xena be dictated by my fear of her impending death. I brought her to the vet numerous times, convinced she had cancer or DM (degenerative myelopathy) or some other scary unknown problem. I’d finally stopped panicking at every little thing when she died from hemangiosarcoma. I had become so used to overreacting that the dire nature of her distress that day didn’t sink in right away.
Dash turned 8 on Friday. I’ve been struggling so much with the familiar twitch of panic that this article has been in draft mode for a full year. Shortly after he hit 7, the loss of muscle tone that showed up after his neuter seemed more pronounced. I noticed him “bunny hop” while running. I was convinced he was struggling with arthritis or dysplasia. When he had to be sedated for a broken tooth, I had my vet do X-rays. His hips were in good condition and there was a negligible amount of arthritis. My mind immediately went to DM and I mentioned running the DNA test. She asked “Are you sure you’d want to know?”
And here is where I hope my lesson with Xena comes into play. I haven’t gotten the test. Part of me is tempted because his information could contribute to research on the disease. But I also need to keep my worry in check and a positive result might be too much for me.
For the most part, I am paying attention to his weight and movement and we are trying to get him more exercise (especially after such a long winter). We’re working on his behavior modification program as a way of decreasing his stress levels, which is good for both his body and mind. He hasn’t been back to the vet since his X-rays and I’ve actually put off going in for his yearly wellness check. It is scheduled for today, and I’ll admit that I mentioned a couple of “off” behaviors I wanted to talk about in addition to getting his regular thyroid and SNAP tests.
I know that I need to focus on supporting his health, rather than worrying about it. I want to leave space to soak in the wonderful time we do have together, however long that might be. It is not easy, but I am trying.