phoenixrisin
01-30-2006, 09:44 PM
This is the second day without my special friend and as I sat in front of my computer tonight and thought about what I could do and I remembered I had a joined this site and logged in. I was heartened to see this forum.
My daughter and I found this little black and white cocker cross when we were out looking for a friend for our other dog. We saw this aid for a “cocker puppy” and decided to take a look. What we found was a old dog curled in a ball, the smell of the house was horrible, later we realized it was her breath. My daughter and I looked at each other and we both knew that we could not leave her there, we paid the person and headed straight to our vet. I felt she would have to be put to sleep at that time. The vet estimated her age at about 9 years. She was severely malnourished and weighed only 11 pounds. Her nails were over 4 inches long and had several problems. The physical problems were easily taken care of, the emotional took a long time. It didn’t take us long to realize that you had to tell her what to do, she would not even get a drink of water or eat unless you told her to, we spent the first year getting her to realize food and water was there for her whenever she wanted to have some, go outside when she wanted and could go to the bathroom more than once a day. nearly two years before she could bark, when she started barking her little voice was so hoarse that you could hardly hear her. We would come home and she would see us, she would perk her ears up and then I would honk, she would throw her head back and bark and the force she would use would lift her front feet off the ground. It was so cute and she was so excited, she would run between the other dogs like she was saying mom’s home.
She finally learned to beg and when 10:00 came it was bedtime and would come and paw at me until I would go to bed. Jennie’s favorite foods was spaghetti and taco’s, she would watch the stove until the cooking was finished. She finally learned to play and she would run and pounce at me, she also loved to be rocked wrapped in a blanket. She loved baths and bows in her fur, Jennie’s favorite place was my dad’s place in the country, she loved to go visiting people. If I went to one of the neighbors to visit more times than not she would be waiting for me on their front porch. My daughter said she watched her a number of times, Jennie would look up and down the street and then pick the house I had gone to.
I took her to bed with me so I could monitor her in the beginning, she would sleep on my late husband’s pillow except when she was mad at me and then she would go to the farthest corner and lay with her bottom toward me. There were some night’s when she needed extra love and would come to me and clear her throat and I would say you need to snuggle and turn onto my back and she would lay her head on my shoulder and go to sleep.
She started having bladder infections last July, and she was on special food, the vet said she couldn’t handle proteins anymore and that was causing the infection. Friday night she couldn’t pee and I did everything I always did when she had an infection and nothing worked. I took her to the emergency vet and was told she had a bladder blockage, probably a tumor, and that her bladder was three times the normal size. He told us the type of surgery she needed was extremely difficult and success rate not good. I wanted to take her to our vet so he emptied her bladder and told us that would give us 12 hours.
I took her home and snuggle with her for about hour and a half, at that time I could tell she was really in pain, so I woke up my daughters and they went with us back to the emergency vets. She did not struggle when they shaved her leg for the shot, she quietly passed away at 6:07 AM Saturday morning the anniversary of my grandmother’s passing 11 years ago.
I will miss watching her check out the perimeters every morning, her bark when I come home, the nuzzle when it’s time to rock or go to bed. I will miss watching her convince the bigger dog it’s time to go out. Her excitement for spaghetti, brushes and butterflies, most of all her excitement when I come home. I am so grateful for the little one who came into my life nearly six years ago who gave me so much joy and happiness and helped ease the passing of my late husband. Thank you for this forum that allowed me to tell about Jennie, my angle puppy...... Trina
My daughter and I found this little black and white cocker cross when we were out looking for a friend for our other dog. We saw this aid for a “cocker puppy” and decided to take a look. What we found was a old dog curled in a ball, the smell of the house was horrible, later we realized it was her breath. My daughter and I looked at each other and we both knew that we could not leave her there, we paid the person and headed straight to our vet. I felt she would have to be put to sleep at that time. The vet estimated her age at about 9 years. She was severely malnourished and weighed only 11 pounds. Her nails were over 4 inches long and had several problems. The physical problems were easily taken care of, the emotional took a long time. It didn’t take us long to realize that you had to tell her what to do, she would not even get a drink of water or eat unless you told her to, we spent the first year getting her to realize food and water was there for her whenever she wanted to have some, go outside when she wanted and could go to the bathroom more than once a day. nearly two years before she could bark, when she started barking her little voice was so hoarse that you could hardly hear her. We would come home and she would see us, she would perk her ears up and then I would honk, she would throw her head back and bark and the force she would use would lift her front feet off the ground. It was so cute and she was so excited, she would run between the other dogs like she was saying mom’s home.
She finally learned to beg and when 10:00 came it was bedtime and would come and paw at me until I would go to bed. Jennie’s favorite foods was spaghetti and taco’s, she would watch the stove until the cooking was finished. She finally learned to play and she would run and pounce at me, she also loved to be rocked wrapped in a blanket. She loved baths and bows in her fur, Jennie’s favorite place was my dad’s place in the country, she loved to go visiting people. If I went to one of the neighbors to visit more times than not she would be waiting for me on their front porch. My daughter said she watched her a number of times, Jennie would look up and down the street and then pick the house I had gone to.
I took her to bed with me so I could monitor her in the beginning, she would sleep on my late husband’s pillow except when she was mad at me and then she would go to the farthest corner and lay with her bottom toward me. There were some night’s when she needed extra love and would come to me and clear her throat and I would say you need to snuggle and turn onto my back and she would lay her head on my shoulder and go to sleep.
She started having bladder infections last July, and she was on special food, the vet said she couldn’t handle proteins anymore and that was causing the infection. Friday night she couldn’t pee and I did everything I always did when she had an infection and nothing worked. I took her to the emergency vet and was told she had a bladder blockage, probably a tumor, and that her bladder was three times the normal size. He told us the type of surgery she needed was extremely difficult and success rate not good. I wanted to take her to our vet so he emptied her bladder and told us that would give us 12 hours.
I took her home and snuggle with her for about hour and a half, at that time I could tell she was really in pain, so I woke up my daughters and they went with us back to the emergency vets. She did not struggle when they shaved her leg for the shot, she quietly passed away at 6:07 AM Saturday morning the anniversary of my grandmother’s passing 11 years ago.
I will miss watching her check out the perimeters every morning, her bark when I come home, the nuzzle when it’s time to rock or go to bed. I will miss watching her convince the bigger dog it’s time to go out. Her excitement for spaghetti, brushes and butterflies, most of all her excitement when I come home. I am so grateful for the little one who came into my life nearly six years ago who gave me so much joy and happiness and helped ease the passing of my late husband. Thank you for this forum that allowed me to tell about Jennie, my angle puppy...... Trina