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In Memory of Diamond
Diamond was my entire world. How I will get through each day without her will only be a little bit bearable. She changed my life. She taught me how much I can love an animal and the depths it could go. We spoke unspoken words to one another with our eyes. Our souls met and we were one. I hope along her life’s journey that I made her life as wonderful because she not only deserved everything great, she was great. She was sweet, loved people, got along with pretty much everyone and everything. She loved chasing rabbits, watching delivery guys deliver packages out the front door, dragging her babies out to the backyard as well as any cardboard she had in her possession. She squeaked/whined when chomping her jaws to talk and slapped her tail on the wall or a door to wake you or get your attention. Her favorite food was raw liver. She also loved treats. She was a finicky eater but did love to eat. She enjoyed sunning. When I was getting clothes or towels out of the dryer, she came to the dryer and wanted a warm blankie so I would put a towel or something on her. She would just melt and lay down from the warmth. Every morning after she ate, she came over to me pushing into me for a neck rub. She loved her daily massages and neck rubs. When Diamond saw a person, she would start whining and stepping high and walking towards them. It didn’t matter if they were not even looking at her. She just wanted to go say hi to them. She loved tearing up cardboard. I would give her pieces of a box or paper towel roll or egg cartons to tear up. She never ate them, just ripped them apart. She carried them around often too. I had a crate set up for her in the hall. That was her quiet place. I never closed the door. She had pillow and blankets in there and would end up building a fort. I miss my best friend and will until the day I die. She was my life, my world, my everything.
Diamond was my entire world. How I will get through each day without her will only be a little bit bearable. She changed my life. She taught me how much I can love an animal and the depths it could go. We spoke unspoken words to one another with our eyes. Our souls met and we were one. I hope along her life’s journey that I made her life as wonderful because she not only deserved everything great, she was great. She was sweet, loved people, got along with pretty much everyone and everything. She loved chasing rabbits, watching delivery guys deliver packages out the front door, dragging her babies out to the backyard as well as any cardboard she had in her possession. She squeaked/whined when chomping her jaws to talk and slapped her tail on the wall or a door to wake you or get your attention. Her favorite food was raw liver. She also loved treats. She was a finicky eater but did love to eat. She enjoyed sunning. When I was getting clothes or towels out of the dryer, she came to the dryer and wanted a warm blankie so I would put a towel or something on her. She would just melt and lay down from the warmth. Every morning after she ate, she came over to me pushing into me for a neck rub. She loved her daily massages and neck rubs. When Diamond saw a person, she would start whining and stepping high and walking towards them. It didn’t matter if they were not even looking at her. She just wanted to go say hi to them. She loved tearing up cardboard. I would give her pieces of a box or paper towel roll or egg cartons to tear up. She never ate them, just ripped them apart. She carried them around often too. I had a crate set up for her in the hall. That was her quiet place. I never closed the door. She had pillow and blankets in there and would end up building a fort. I miss my best friend and will until the day I die. She was my life, my world, my everything.
also Sexy butt, dancing Diamond...
IN MEMORY OF SASSY
May 2, 1994- Oct. 20, 2007
Sassy came to me when she about 2 ½ months old. She loved to play ball. She would play for hours. As a pup, she loved chewing on things. She chewed the carpet, cabinets, anything she could when she wasn’t around someone. After she was about 6 months old, I started letting her sleep with me. She quickly took over the bed and I had to get a bigger bed. She became a very well mannered, intelligent, and protective member of the family. I knew she would protect me at anytime. She learned the words I spoke to her and knew what I was saying to her. And even when I know she couldn’t possibly understand, she always had that look of her hanging on to every word.
She loved to go places. Short distances cause the car/truck made her nervous but she always wanted to go. I would take her down to my shop, when she was a puppy, to mop and clean and she would jump on the big mop and bite it and ride it. I laughed so hard at her.
She learned to live with other cats and dogs and shared her space, her food, and water bowl throughout her years. She would not use the bathroom in the house no matter what. She would wait and wait for me to get home. She was always content just laying on the couch next to me or curled up next to me under the covers snuggling, knowing I was cold and keeping me warm. Then we would eventually break loose because we both were getting hot. She loved sleeping under the covers with me with her head on the pillow, just like a human would. I hardly ever had to put a leash on her because she was very good at walking herself. She would go to the bathroom and come straight back.
She learned some tricks over the years. The best one was knowing how to beg for a treat. She loved to eat and get her treats. She would go out to pee, just to get another treat. Smart dog. She liked playing ball and also had other toys and an old t-shirt she would play tug a war with.
During her last few years, she slowed way down with her playing. Just a few chases to get the ball is about all she could take. Then it was back to the couch. Every day she greeted me at the door when I came home. One of her biggest pet peeves was the vacuum cleaner. I called it the green monster. She would attack it.
About 2 months ago I noticed she had lost some weight but thought nothing of it other than getting old. I knew her vision and hearing were starting to fade so accepted whatever came as long as she was acting normal. A week ago, I took her in for a check up. She had lost 7 lbs. So that made her weighing only 10 lbs. Too skinny for her. Her kidneys were failing and she had a heart murmur. So the Vet kept her 3 days to run some fluids through her to flush her kidneys. I brought her home and she just didn’t seem to be doing too good. I gave it 2 days and took her back. He gave her medicine for congestive heart failure, but I think she was already going. See, the day I brought her back home, we hadn’t been home long when she all of a sudden started kicking out her back hind leg. Then she started chewing on the bottom of her pad like there was something in it. I checked and there was nothing. A few minutes later, I watched her getting a drink, her right front leg would twist in on her and she would almost fall. That’s when her walking became very small steps. My thoughts were, maybe she suffered a stroke. So 2 days later, I had Mom come get her to take her away to the vet to have her put to sleep. I couldn't do it. Our last night together I took lots of pictures and video, I told her how much I loved her and would miss her and how she was such an awesome dog and she had been good to me. I held her head in my hands and kissed her little round head.
She had a bad night that last night, so I was up with her most of the night. But I could tell in her eyes, she was ready to let go. She appeared to have given up. I guess she knew it was her time and she had no more fight left in her. At 13 ½ years old, She fought her last fight. She was there when no one else was. She was my Best Friend.
I know she must be in doggie heaven now.
God I am going to miss my little Angel.
I love you Sassy!
You will always be my number one.
~Debbie D.
May 2, 1994- Oct. 20, 2007
Sassy came to me when she about 2 ½ months old. She loved to play ball. She would play for hours. As a pup, she loved chewing on things. She chewed the carpet, cabinets, anything she could when she wasn’t around someone. After she was about 6 months old, I started letting her sleep with me. She quickly took over the bed and I had to get a bigger bed. She became a very well mannered, intelligent, and protective member of the family. I knew she would protect me at anytime. She learned the words I spoke to her and knew what I was saying to her. And even when I know she couldn’t possibly understand, she always had that look of her hanging on to every word.
She loved to go places. Short distances cause the car/truck made her nervous but she always wanted to go. I would take her down to my shop, when she was a puppy, to mop and clean and she would jump on the big mop and bite it and ride it. I laughed so hard at her.
She learned to live with other cats and dogs and shared her space, her food, and water bowl throughout her years. She would not use the bathroom in the house no matter what. She would wait and wait for me to get home. She was always content just laying on the couch next to me or curled up next to me under the covers snuggling, knowing I was cold and keeping me warm. Then we would eventually break loose because we both were getting hot. She loved sleeping under the covers with me with her head on the pillow, just like a human would. I hardly ever had to put a leash on her because she was very good at walking herself. She would go to the bathroom and come straight back.
She learned some tricks over the years. The best one was knowing how to beg for a treat. She loved to eat and get her treats. She would go out to pee, just to get another treat. Smart dog. She liked playing ball and also had other toys and an old t-shirt she would play tug a war with.
During her last few years, she slowed way down with her playing. Just a few chases to get the ball is about all she could take. Then it was back to the couch. Every day she greeted me at the door when I came home. One of her biggest pet peeves was the vacuum cleaner. I called it the green monster. She would attack it.
About 2 months ago I noticed she had lost some weight but thought nothing of it other than getting old. I knew her vision and hearing were starting to fade so accepted whatever came as long as she was acting normal. A week ago, I took her in for a check up. She had lost 7 lbs. So that made her weighing only 10 lbs. Too skinny for her. Her kidneys were failing and she had a heart murmur. So the Vet kept her 3 days to run some fluids through her to flush her kidneys. I brought her home and she just didn’t seem to be doing too good. I gave it 2 days and took her back. He gave her medicine for congestive heart failure, but I think she was already going. See, the day I brought her back home, we hadn’t been home long when she all of a sudden started kicking out her back hind leg. Then she started chewing on the bottom of her pad like there was something in it. I checked and there was nothing. A few minutes later, I watched her getting a drink, her right front leg would twist in on her and she would almost fall. That’s when her walking became very small steps. My thoughts were, maybe she suffered a stroke. So 2 days later, I had Mom come get her to take her away to the vet to have her put to sleep. I couldn't do it. Our last night together I took lots of pictures and video, I told her how much I loved her and would miss her and how she was such an awesome dog and she had been good to me. I held her head in my hands and kissed her little round head.
She had a bad night that last night, so I was up with her most of the night. But I could tell in her eyes, she was ready to let go. She appeared to have given up. I guess she knew it was her time and she had no more fight left in her. At 13 ½ years old, She fought her last fight. She was there when no one else was. She was my Best Friend.
I know she must be in doggie heaven now.
God I am going to miss my little Angel.
I love you Sassy!
You will always be my number one.
~Debbie D.
April 23, 2002-Feb. 4, 2014
Molly came to me in April 2005. I had to wait to adopt her from a rescue group because she had had a severely broken back leg and had pins in it. Then she was to be spayed the same day the pins and brace was removed. Six weeks to wait. She fit right in the day she came. I was looking for a dachshund to adopt and although she wasn't the prettiest 'nor did she look a lot like a dachshund..I still welcomed her in. She needed a home and I was it. She never bothered anyone at all. She was a very well behaved dog. Minded her own business and was kind of a loner doggie. She thoroughly enjoyed laying outside in the sun belly up to tan her belly. Her hair was pretty thick and hot so in the summer I would shave it off to help her stay cool.
As she starting aging, she got cataracts on her eyes. In 2012 she become frightened of things blowing by her face. The worst her eyesight got, the more withdrawn she became. Over the course of a year and a half, she had a cough. A slight cough. It began to get worse so I took her into the vet. We discovered she had a heart murmur and the heart was slightly enlarged. with some meds, bloodwork and x-ray done. We added some herbs and vitamins to her diet as well. Her coughing completely stopped. She was doing much better medically. But her eyesight still hampered her greatly. She almost seemed lost a lot of the time. Possibly dementia, loss of hearing also or just the blindness. She could still see movement but couldn't make out anything otherwise. Most dogs can adjust to blindness quite well..but Molly never could. I knew her days were numbered since she slept 23 hours a day and seemed depressed, withdrawn. She even was getting snappy with me at times when I tried to pet her. More showing her teeth than anything. Well all of a sudden..she didn't want to eat. She didn't eat for 4 days then started eating again somewhat. I fed her whatever she wanted...baked chicken, canned dog food, raw diet food. She was eating a little bit. She had something gross coming out of her nose and mouth. Black stuff. It seemed to be drainage from her nose and then drool from her mouth. But thats all I could make out of it.
Over a course of 3 weeks, things started changing. She seemed more out of it. Sort of swaying/limping from the old back leg injury.
I was already giving her joint supplements. She was still going out to potty and acting normal otherwise. Then over a course of just 36-48 hours, she went straight down. She could barely walk. Falling over almost. She seemed extremely skinny. Her ribs and spinal bones were protruding. On Monday night, she started throwing up bile and also some panting (possibly in pain). I knew that it was time to take her to have her put to sleep. She seemed really far gone in such a short time. The next day when I woke up, I found her out of her bed and under the kitchen table chair..laid flat out on her belly with all 4 legs straight out from her..laying in a puddle of her own pee. I wrapped her in some towels and took her to the vet. I was with her when she faded away. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do..but I also knew how sick and how miserable she was in the end. Molly was such a wonderful girl and with me for 9 years. She was about 12 years old when she passed. Much too young for her age. It was obvious something caused her organs to fail her in a short time. I don't have a clue what or why. I have other dogs and everyone is fine. Maybe this was her way of not letting me have to make the decision that I should put her down. She made that for me when she got so sick. I cried like a baby right after the Vet left the room. It was a very hard day for me. I catch myself still wanting to fix her a bowl of food or look for her or help her out to go pee. I kept a close eye on her in case she ended up lost in her own house. She did get lost one day about a year ago. She came outside with all of us in the front yard. She has NEVER EVER left my side. When we all came in I started preparing there food to fed them all. I couldn't find Molly. I ran all over the house, outside back in back out..then it hit me..I don't think she made it back inside.
So I ran back out. I seen a black dot way down the street on the sidewalk. I hopped in my truck and drove down there. She was wandering around and looking lost. I jumped out and grabbed her. That was the first clue that she had dementia or just couldn't see well. It was a scary and a sad day.
I am going to guess here but it seems with a little reading I have done..these symptoms could have been cancer. And the way it took her out so quickly..makes sense.
When I came in from work for the day, Molly always greeted me at the door with a small stuffed animal of hers. Not sure what she wanted me to do with it but she carried it till I gave her a treat. She also use to sit up on her hind feet to beg to be held. She was too cute. Oh, also this girl NEVER barked in the 9 yrs I had her. She would in her sleep though when she was dreaming.
I will miss my Molly's. She was a wonderful girl.
~Debbie D.
Molly came to me in April 2005. I had to wait to adopt her from a rescue group because she had had a severely broken back leg and had pins in it. Then she was to be spayed the same day the pins and brace was removed. Six weeks to wait. She fit right in the day she came. I was looking for a dachshund to adopt and although she wasn't the prettiest 'nor did she look a lot like a dachshund..I still welcomed her in. She needed a home and I was it. She never bothered anyone at all. She was a very well behaved dog. Minded her own business and was kind of a loner doggie. She thoroughly enjoyed laying outside in the sun belly up to tan her belly. Her hair was pretty thick and hot so in the summer I would shave it off to help her stay cool.
As she starting aging, she got cataracts on her eyes. In 2012 she become frightened of things blowing by her face. The worst her eyesight got, the more withdrawn she became. Over the course of a year and a half, she had a cough. A slight cough. It began to get worse so I took her into the vet. We discovered she had a heart murmur and the heart was slightly enlarged. with some meds, bloodwork and x-ray done. We added some herbs and vitamins to her diet as well. Her coughing completely stopped. She was doing much better medically. But her eyesight still hampered her greatly. She almost seemed lost a lot of the time. Possibly dementia, loss of hearing also or just the blindness. She could still see movement but couldn't make out anything otherwise. Most dogs can adjust to blindness quite well..but Molly never could. I knew her days were numbered since she slept 23 hours a day and seemed depressed, withdrawn. She even was getting snappy with me at times when I tried to pet her. More showing her teeth than anything. Well all of a sudden..she didn't want to eat. She didn't eat for 4 days then started eating again somewhat. I fed her whatever she wanted...baked chicken, canned dog food, raw diet food. She was eating a little bit. She had something gross coming out of her nose and mouth. Black stuff. It seemed to be drainage from her nose and then drool from her mouth. But thats all I could make out of it.
Over a course of 3 weeks, things started changing. She seemed more out of it. Sort of swaying/limping from the old back leg injury.
I was already giving her joint supplements. She was still going out to potty and acting normal otherwise. Then over a course of just 36-48 hours, she went straight down. She could barely walk. Falling over almost. She seemed extremely skinny. Her ribs and spinal bones were protruding. On Monday night, she started throwing up bile and also some panting (possibly in pain). I knew that it was time to take her to have her put to sleep. She seemed really far gone in such a short time. The next day when I woke up, I found her out of her bed and under the kitchen table chair..laid flat out on her belly with all 4 legs straight out from her..laying in a puddle of her own pee. I wrapped her in some towels and took her to the vet. I was with her when she faded away. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do..but I also knew how sick and how miserable she was in the end. Molly was such a wonderful girl and with me for 9 years. She was about 12 years old when she passed. Much too young for her age. It was obvious something caused her organs to fail her in a short time. I don't have a clue what or why. I have other dogs and everyone is fine. Maybe this was her way of not letting me have to make the decision that I should put her down. She made that for me when she got so sick. I cried like a baby right after the Vet left the room. It was a very hard day for me. I catch myself still wanting to fix her a bowl of food or look for her or help her out to go pee. I kept a close eye on her in case she ended up lost in her own house. She did get lost one day about a year ago. She came outside with all of us in the front yard. She has NEVER EVER left my side. When we all came in I started preparing there food to fed them all. I couldn't find Molly. I ran all over the house, outside back in back out..then it hit me..I don't think she made it back inside.
So I ran back out. I seen a black dot way down the street on the sidewalk. I hopped in my truck and drove down there. She was wandering around and looking lost. I jumped out and grabbed her. That was the first clue that she had dementia or just couldn't see well. It was a scary and a sad day.
I am going to guess here but it seems with a little reading I have done..these symptoms could have been cancer. And the way it took her out so quickly..makes sense.
When I came in from work for the day, Molly always greeted me at the door with a small stuffed animal of hers. Not sure what she wanted me to do with it but she carried it till I gave her a treat. She also use to sit up on her hind feet to beg to be held. She was too cute. Oh, also this girl NEVER barked in the 9 yrs I had her. She would in her sleep though when she was dreaming.
I will miss my Molly's. She was a wonderful girl.
~Debbie D.
Nov 17th, 2008-Aug 31, 2020
Stormy ( aka Tater) was never sick a day in her life. One weekend she started peeing in house. I took her to vet and she had liver numbers off the charts. Without spending thousands in tests, I had to let her go. I didn't have thousands. She was almost 12 yrs old. She was an avid hunter and loved eating bugs and snakes. She loved to eat. She ate almost everything I gave her, even a bite of pickle.
She was also my dog whisperer. She could calm a dog quickly and work her way into their space without one single issue.
Stormy ( aka Tater) was never sick a day in her life. One weekend she started peeing in house. I took her to vet and she had liver numbers off the charts. Without spending thousands in tests, I had to let her go. I didn't have thousands. She was almost 12 yrs old. She was an avid hunter and loved eating bugs and snakes. She loved to eat. She ate almost everything I gave her, even a bite of pickle.
She was also my dog whisperer. She could calm a dog quickly and work her way into their space without one single issue.
Nov 1, 2009 ~ Nov 13th, 2020
I have to say, today is a very very hard day for me and my heart is hurting so much. The pain I feel is so deep. Sydney gained her wings today. Now, she can run and play and feel no pain or fear anymore. It was a very hard decision to make but after 5 months after surgery and still not walking, I felt it was time. The past week she seemed to be really depressed and some days didn't care to eat much. I really think not being able to walk on her own was making her unhappy. She also seemed to be really stiff and in pain when she first got up. She walked so slow. We tried. I really feel if I had of had access to an underwater treadmill, I may have had her walking again. Maybe not great but at least on her own. The place we use to go to, closed down the beginning of the year and there wasn't another place to go. This has worked for us twice in the past and I felt it would have again.
This past week or so, I have been opening the garage door halfway up to top of a baby gate that stretches across the garage and the dogs can watch out front hoping to cheer her up. She loved being out front. She would lay there for hours in the garage with me checking on her often. The front yard, the place she feared the most when she came to live with me, became her favorite place of all. Every single day, rain, sleet, or cold, we always went out front at night to walk and sit for a little bit. Even these past 5 months I wheeled her out on her wagon every night and would lay a blanket on the ground, put her on the blanket and we sat together. We have been doing this for at least 7 yrs and it was always her favorite place to go. In the beginning, she was so frightened of people but in the end she learned to let them come close to her and pet her. They say dogs forget their past and what they have been through, but I can tell you, Sydney didn't forget anything. I could see it in her actions over the years and in her eyes and into her soul. Someone really broke her inside. I tried so hard to give her the comfort of a place with me and show her love just trying to make up for what she lost in her past. I could write a book on her life here with me as we have been through so much together. She was a tough dog and tough for me to care for her. The most challenging one of all. I am sure anyone else wouldn't have given her all the chances for life like I did with her.
Everyone recommended I put her down back in 2015 when our first incident with her lameness occurred. I said, no way in hell. I will fight as long and as hard as I can until we can't fight anymore. Sure I probably could have kept her alive longer now, but what would that do to her soul? Would she become broken and depressed again? All she did now was lay around. She didn't even try very hard. I can't make her. How long would my body last lifting 60 something pounds every day? Sydney would never get better and I feel like she had some pain somewhere because she walked so slow when first getting up. She had the spondylosis in her back and that was the biggest concern before we considered the surgery. It appears that that may have been the culprit of her slow walk. I just don't know. If only dogs could talk. It will take me a long time to get over this as we were so close. I want to say to everyone that has hung in there and stuck with us and stayed on this journey of Sydney's life, it's been a roller coaster of a ride and I want to say thank you for everything. For supporting her and being there for her. I hope she knew how much she was loved even by you that she never had met or knew loved her.
She beat the odds many times with all she's been through and to have made it this long was a miracle in itself. She had her 11th birthday with cake on the first of November.
I had her put to sleep here at home with her head in my lap as she left this Earth. I had to battle to get my vet to come out as they don't normally do in home euthanasia so that saved me a couple hundred dollars. A crematory group took her away to have her cremated and she will return in a few days. I will post some pics. It was very expensive to have that done but I didn't want her to feel any fear by leaving the house. Plus I would be a mess crying so hard. I loved her so much and I will miss her presence for a very long time. Run free my big girl..I will miss you so damn much! My heart hurts so bad! All I could say to her is "Im sorry, I am so sorry". I feel like I failed her..
I have to say, today is a very very hard day for me and my heart is hurting so much. The pain I feel is so deep. Sydney gained her wings today. Now, she can run and play and feel no pain or fear anymore. It was a very hard decision to make but after 5 months after surgery and still not walking, I felt it was time. The past week she seemed to be really depressed and some days didn't care to eat much. I really think not being able to walk on her own was making her unhappy. She also seemed to be really stiff and in pain when she first got up. She walked so slow. We tried. I really feel if I had of had access to an underwater treadmill, I may have had her walking again. Maybe not great but at least on her own. The place we use to go to, closed down the beginning of the year and there wasn't another place to go. This has worked for us twice in the past and I felt it would have again.
This past week or so, I have been opening the garage door halfway up to top of a baby gate that stretches across the garage and the dogs can watch out front hoping to cheer her up. She loved being out front. She would lay there for hours in the garage with me checking on her often. The front yard, the place she feared the most when she came to live with me, became her favorite place of all. Every single day, rain, sleet, or cold, we always went out front at night to walk and sit for a little bit. Even these past 5 months I wheeled her out on her wagon every night and would lay a blanket on the ground, put her on the blanket and we sat together. We have been doing this for at least 7 yrs and it was always her favorite place to go. In the beginning, she was so frightened of people but in the end she learned to let them come close to her and pet her. They say dogs forget their past and what they have been through, but I can tell you, Sydney didn't forget anything. I could see it in her actions over the years and in her eyes and into her soul. Someone really broke her inside. I tried so hard to give her the comfort of a place with me and show her love just trying to make up for what she lost in her past. I could write a book on her life here with me as we have been through so much together. She was a tough dog and tough for me to care for her. The most challenging one of all. I am sure anyone else wouldn't have given her all the chances for life like I did with her.
Everyone recommended I put her down back in 2015 when our first incident with her lameness occurred. I said, no way in hell. I will fight as long and as hard as I can until we can't fight anymore. Sure I probably could have kept her alive longer now, but what would that do to her soul? Would she become broken and depressed again? All she did now was lay around. She didn't even try very hard. I can't make her. How long would my body last lifting 60 something pounds every day? Sydney would never get better and I feel like she had some pain somewhere because she walked so slow when first getting up. She had the spondylosis in her back and that was the biggest concern before we considered the surgery. It appears that that may have been the culprit of her slow walk. I just don't know. If only dogs could talk. It will take me a long time to get over this as we were so close. I want to say to everyone that has hung in there and stuck with us and stayed on this journey of Sydney's life, it's been a roller coaster of a ride and I want to say thank you for everything. For supporting her and being there for her. I hope she knew how much she was loved even by you that she never had met or knew loved her.
She beat the odds many times with all she's been through and to have made it this long was a miracle in itself. She had her 11th birthday with cake on the first of November.
I had her put to sleep here at home with her head in my lap as she left this Earth. I had to battle to get my vet to come out as they don't normally do in home euthanasia so that saved me a couple hundred dollars. A crematory group took her away to have her cremated and she will return in a few days. I will post some pics. It was very expensive to have that done but I didn't want her to feel any fear by leaving the house. Plus I would be a mess crying so hard. I loved her so much and I will miss her presence for a very long time. Run free my big girl..I will miss you so damn much! My heart hurts so bad! All I could say to her is "Im sorry, I am so sorry". I feel like I failed her..
Carley, a.k.a. Piglet, Precious, Punkin, Carley Q, my little Hellion
AS of 12:45pm, Carley has left this Earth and has now joined Diamond (her sidekick), Sydney, and Stormy from the 5-pack. Callie is the only one left of my 5-pack. She will soon join them as well. Carley fell asleep with her head in my hand.
Carley was living in her head with alot of fears and sometimes unable to know what she should be doing.
That’s extremely difficult to live through each day.
And as hard as I fight to keep them alive, I can’t win this battle. She would only get worse with dementia. It’s only been 6-7 months and she already was in bad shape. And her hips/legs were giving out also. So before she became extremely miserable and could no longer function, I had to make that decision. I did not make this decision lightly and no she didn’t want to die, but when your mind starts to go, you lose all sense of yourself and become very dependent on someone else. Eventually you are not the same. That is misery to me.
Carley came to me all the way from a North Carolina shelter in 2014. She had been bred a lot. She had 5 puppies at the shelter. A wonderful rescue group by the lady named Sylvia..helped me so much in being able to get her. She recommended Wheels 4 Paws for transport. Two weeks later, Carley was here. She was growly with the other dogs on transport but sweet with humans. She slept a lot the first day here…after we grabbed a freedom burger from Sonic. She was exhausted from traveling 1500 miles across country. She loved to bark. She smiled when super excited or happy to see someone. She grunted when she ate, when talking, when begging for food or treats. That’s how she got her nickname..Piglet. She is also round like a pig as well. She is what I called a pocket pittie. She’s been relatively healthy throughout her life. Had a tooth broke and extracted, a small lump removed from her skin on her back..and even got into a fight with Diamond over a squirrel. She slept next to me on her pillow snoring in my ear most nights.
In 2022 around the same time as when Diamond got sick, she started acting weird. It took me a few weeks to figure it out but discovered she had lost some of her hearing and things sounded different to her. She started sleeping in the kitchen at night.
Also I noticed when going on walks, she started dragging her back paws..about every 3rd step. Without an MRI, we could only speculate. She didn’t seem to be in any pain though. Still running etc. Also she had Elbow Dysplasia. Nine months later, I was able to get her to sleep in the bedroom again but on a bed on the floor in a secluded spot. This is where she slept to this day. We had a checkup about 6 months ago and her blood work showed slightly elevated kidney and pancreas numbers. Something to watch but not too bad. Liver looked great. Overall, she has been good.
About a month after this visit, she started doing strange things and became a little more fearful. She was only afraid of storms..but now..other things were scaring her. I didn’t see that her hearing was any worse. Her eyes were great. But she started changing. Wanting me to go with her outside especially at night to pee. Wanted me to open doors for her instead of using the doggie door. She started becoming VERY fearful of noises..all noises that were loud or not normal. The TV even scared her so I couldn’t turn it on. She would run outside in the back. She might would even go hide in one of the crates in the front room. ANYTHING now out of the normal routine freaked her out. Her favorite spot was in the kitchen on her bed in there. She use to lie on the couch but as this dementia progressed, she only stays in kitchen. Plus she didn’t care for rambunctious River. Diamond was her running buddy. Where Diamond went, Carley went. She even followed Maggie until River got here. Sigh. She loved going for rides and then in the end..she was so nervous. That actually started after Diamond passed away. Diamond was her rock.
When I was upset or crying, it was only Carley that came to check on me.
Carley did pretty good during the day but at night, turned into a different dog. Her fears were off the charts. She kept me hopping just to go pee or eat. She even lost interest in her food recently but was good with treats and eating my food. She’s always been a great eater, but this past month her interest had declined. The past few weeks or so, she started drinking more water. I assume her kidneys or pancreatitis or who knows really. So, after all of these issues, I had to make the VERY hard decision to let my little Punkin go. Her body was weak and tired. She just seemed so miserable and struggling. Only happy for a few hours during the day and the rest of the time, sleeping or being afraid of everything and wondering around the house. Getting her to eat her food had been difficult too for the past month and eating extremely slow. Things just got really complicated for me and her both. Her decline came on fast.
She loved being out in the garage where I have a baby gate that goes across the door and I lower the door to the top of the gate, so no one can jump over or no one can reach over. Carley spent many days out there and even falling asleep for hours. She went out in the garage for a little while today.
In her last few days, we had steak, ice cream, lots of treats, pizza, bacon and eggs and we went for a pizza before it was her time to go. I took her on a walk also this morning and she was not the same. Walking slow and even seemed lost or something. A lot of looking around and she would only walk with me in front of her or beside her where she could see me.
We have been taking rides around the neighborhood at night looking at lights and just getting out the last few nights. Her little body looked so tired. I will miss you forever and always my little one….
I shaved a little hair off of her neck for keepsakes and to add into her Urn. A name plate has been ordered as well. Will post a pic when I get it. Will be after Christmas. Her ashes most likely wont be here either for 1-2 weeks.
I hate death. It’s painful for the ones left behind. You never get over that feeling of loss. You just learn to live with it. I find talking to them..after they are gone..keeps them here with me..as if they haven’t left..even though I cannot see them. Every single day I feel the loss of my babies. They are all I have. I am single and so they have filled that void of friendship and love. I will miss my precious little piglet and will remember her always. My bedroom has now become a shrine of memorials and memories. It’s pretty cluttered from Urns, paw prints, photos everywhere, collars, and anything they favored. Run free my little hellion..give the other girls lots of kisses…. When I die, I just want to be in a room in heaven with my dogs. Let’s hope.
AS of 12:45pm, Carley has left this Earth and has now joined Diamond (her sidekick), Sydney, and Stormy from the 5-pack. Callie is the only one left of my 5-pack. She will soon join them as well. Carley fell asleep with her head in my hand.
Carley was living in her head with alot of fears and sometimes unable to know what she should be doing.
That’s extremely difficult to live through each day.
And as hard as I fight to keep them alive, I can’t win this battle. She would only get worse with dementia. It’s only been 6-7 months and she already was in bad shape. And her hips/legs were giving out also. So before she became extremely miserable and could no longer function, I had to make that decision. I did not make this decision lightly and no she didn’t want to die, but when your mind starts to go, you lose all sense of yourself and become very dependent on someone else. Eventually you are not the same. That is misery to me.
Carley came to me all the way from a North Carolina shelter in 2014. She had been bred a lot. She had 5 puppies at the shelter. A wonderful rescue group by the lady named Sylvia..helped me so much in being able to get her. She recommended Wheels 4 Paws for transport. Two weeks later, Carley was here. She was growly with the other dogs on transport but sweet with humans. She slept a lot the first day here…after we grabbed a freedom burger from Sonic. She was exhausted from traveling 1500 miles across country. She loved to bark. She smiled when super excited or happy to see someone. She grunted when she ate, when talking, when begging for food or treats. That’s how she got her nickname..Piglet. She is also round like a pig as well. She is what I called a pocket pittie. She’s been relatively healthy throughout her life. Had a tooth broke and extracted, a small lump removed from her skin on her back..and even got into a fight with Diamond over a squirrel. She slept next to me on her pillow snoring in my ear most nights.
In 2022 around the same time as when Diamond got sick, she started acting weird. It took me a few weeks to figure it out but discovered she had lost some of her hearing and things sounded different to her. She started sleeping in the kitchen at night.
Also I noticed when going on walks, she started dragging her back paws..about every 3rd step. Without an MRI, we could only speculate. She didn’t seem to be in any pain though. Still running etc. Also she had Elbow Dysplasia. Nine months later, I was able to get her to sleep in the bedroom again but on a bed on the floor in a secluded spot. This is where she slept to this day. We had a checkup about 6 months ago and her blood work showed slightly elevated kidney and pancreas numbers. Something to watch but not too bad. Liver looked great. Overall, she has been good.
About a month after this visit, she started doing strange things and became a little more fearful. She was only afraid of storms..but now..other things were scaring her. I didn’t see that her hearing was any worse. Her eyes were great. But she started changing. Wanting me to go with her outside especially at night to pee. Wanted me to open doors for her instead of using the doggie door. She started becoming VERY fearful of noises..all noises that were loud or not normal. The TV even scared her so I couldn’t turn it on. She would run outside in the back. She might would even go hide in one of the crates in the front room. ANYTHING now out of the normal routine freaked her out. Her favorite spot was in the kitchen on her bed in there. She use to lie on the couch but as this dementia progressed, she only stays in kitchen. Plus she didn’t care for rambunctious River. Diamond was her running buddy. Where Diamond went, Carley went. She even followed Maggie until River got here. Sigh. She loved going for rides and then in the end..she was so nervous. That actually started after Diamond passed away. Diamond was her rock.
When I was upset or crying, it was only Carley that came to check on me.
Carley did pretty good during the day but at night, turned into a different dog. Her fears were off the charts. She kept me hopping just to go pee or eat. She even lost interest in her food recently but was good with treats and eating my food. She’s always been a great eater, but this past month her interest had declined. The past few weeks or so, she started drinking more water. I assume her kidneys or pancreatitis or who knows really. So, after all of these issues, I had to make the VERY hard decision to let my little Punkin go. Her body was weak and tired. She just seemed so miserable and struggling. Only happy for a few hours during the day and the rest of the time, sleeping or being afraid of everything and wondering around the house. Getting her to eat her food had been difficult too for the past month and eating extremely slow. Things just got really complicated for me and her both. Her decline came on fast.
She loved being out in the garage where I have a baby gate that goes across the door and I lower the door to the top of the gate, so no one can jump over or no one can reach over. Carley spent many days out there and even falling asleep for hours. She went out in the garage for a little while today.
In her last few days, we had steak, ice cream, lots of treats, pizza, bacon and eggs and we went for a pizza before it was her time to go. I took her on a walk also this morning and she was not the same. Walking slow and even seemed lost or something. A lot of looking around and she would only walk with me in front of her or beside her where she could see me.
We have been taking rides around the neighborhood at night looking at lights and just getting out the last few nights. Her little body looked so tired. I will miss you forever and always my little one….
I shaved a little hair off of her neck for keepsakes and to add into her Urn. A name plate has been ordered as well. Will post a pic when I get it. Will be after Christmas. Her ashes most likely wont be here either for 1-2 weeks.
I hate death. It’s painful for the ones left behind. You never get over that feeling of loss. You just learn to live with it. I find talking to them..after they are gone..keeps them here with me..as if they haven’t left..even though I cannot see them. Every single day I feel the loss of my babies. They are all I have. I am single and so they have filled that void of friendship and love. I will miss my precious little piglet and will remember her always. My bedroom has now become a shrine of memorials and memories. It’s pretty cluttered from Urns, paw prints, photos everywhere, collars, and anything they favored. Run free my little hellion..give the other girls lots of kisses…. When I die, I just want to be in a room in heaven with my dogs. Let’s hope.
A friend a work who was a cat lover (Did shows and stuff)..had another cat lover friend who was dying..she would relate the state her friend was going through and deteriorating. Finally, one day she said her friend was near death and wanted a good friend for her grand champion cat "Truck" (shortened name, the original is very long)...and my friend, Sheila, suggested me. I accepted. So after her friend died which was not long after that, I went to Sheila's place. Truck was under a table in their study and would not come out. I sat on the floor and they closed the door with just me and him. Within a few minutes he came crawling out..and his beauty completely dumbfounded me. I had never had a pet as an adult, and my heart just melted. This kitty came up and accepted me, and likewise. From there it was many years of friendship...and carrying. He literally saved my life at one point (LITERALLY)...but will not go into that detail. He was almost never sick from what I recall, and never went outside. If I took him out, he wanted right back in. One year, I went out to go storm chasing in the Plains. I had left before dawn to get to the airport, and know exactly where Twister was when I left on the couch. I had a hard time saying good-bye, and looked forward to coming back to see him again.
Twister continued-
One day more than 1/2 way through the trip, a phone call came in to my friends cell phone (I did not have one). It was my best friend who was caring for Twister. He said, "Stephen, Twister died". I will NEVER forget the amount of grief that hit so suddenly I fell inside the van to the seat and moaned. I can envision a 'spirit'..moaning and coming out of my inner core, departing...at the same time. I was left feeling empty after that, and feel into a deep depression for quite some time. I never really came out of it, just covered it up with superficiality and booze. ..that is a whole other story. My friend had his ashes saved in an urn, which I kept...but it got knocked over one night while I was dizzying around.. unknowingly (booze). Awoke to see the urn broken, more depression. This went on for YEARS..into a downward spiral...and a very very very long story. (not all because of Twister (the new name))..though. Ironically, it was the same friend who found this kitty through a mutual friend. She was very young, maybe 3 months old..found in a laundry room..by herself. We got introduced, and instantly I know she was a winner. And was she EVER!.. Lola (pictured below) ~Stephen S.~
Lola
Millie (aka Millie-moo) went to the Rainbow Bridge at 8:30 p.m. on Feb. 11, 2012. She had the heart of a fighter but her little 10 lb. body couldn't go on. Unfortunately, for both of us, I didn't get to have Millie for very long. When I spotted her picture, it was Sept. 2011. I argued with myself for a week saying I didn't need to add another one, especially a senior baby, and to keep my four-legged family at eight. I looked at her picture every day and on Sept. 16th, my husband and I picked her up at the Plano animal shelter. She had been a stray that had been there for two months and she was a stinky girl. She went straight to the vet's office for any medical stuff, grooming and TLC she needed. First thing after getting cleaned up were two surgeries needed to remove every tooth in her little head. Her age was determined to be 13 or 14. Along with that, her kidney values were horrible but medication and diet could help that so the fight was on. Originally, the thought was a friend of mine would take her in because my group can be a tough crowd but I decided to try it and after three weeks at the vet's office, she came home on October 8th. After setting her down in the backyard among the group, they all sniffed her and walked off. Success! The next months were filled with vet visits, adjusting medications, IV's and trying to get Millie's kidneys working better. After 3 months, things were looking so much better and then on February 3rd, she became very ill so February 4th, we were at the vet's office and now we were dealing with Pancreatitis. She spent five days at the vet clinic on IV's but after day three, I would pick her up in the afternoon so she could come home for the night then I would drop her back the next morning to be put back on fluids. After day five (Wednesday), I told the vet she was coming home for whatever time she had left. I talked to Dr. Terry, my regular vet, on Thursday, Friday and Saturday morning about her and the fact I didn't think she would make it too much longer. About 7:00 on Saturday evening, she threw up and then was struggling to breathe. I looked in her eyes and knew it was time. I called Dr. Terry, who came out in the rain and cold, to meet me at the clinic because it was time. Millie was ready and she left this Earth very peacefully and quickly. I'm not sure who cried more, me or Dr. Terry. We spent a long time talking about Millie and I said my final good-bye. Everyone thought I was Millie's angel but, really, she was mine and came into my life when I was losing a dear friend to cancer. She helped get me through a very difficult time and I know God put her in my life to get me through that terrible time. I hope I was able to show her enough love to make up a little for what she obviously missed for many years. Run free at The Bridge, little one and I'll see you one day. You were my special Millie-moo.
~Melissa S.~
~Melissa S.~
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This was originally one of my grandpas dogs, Boo (aka Boo Bear) but when my grandpa passed in 2009, I inherited him. Boo was a very loyal and curious dog, always into whatever his stubby lil legs could get into.
Boo passed I hope painlessly in 2010. He had a tumor that was very large and grown that was making walking painful. I didn't get to give him a proper goodbye before he was across the rainbow bridge, but he is buried in my yard and missed greatly.~Nikki D.~
Boo passed I hope painlessly in 2010. He had a tumor that was very large and grown that was making walking painful. I didn't get to give him a proper goodbye before he was across the rainbow bridge, but he is buried in my yard and missed greatly.~Nikki D.~
