Soundy
01-04-2015, 06:21 PM
Came in to post this and saw murd0c's post about Ben :cry:
Late August, 2012, we saw a post on Delta Community Animal Shelter's Facebook page about a little senior Maltepoo that had been surrendered and was looking for a new home. We went to meet her, and Taffy and I immediately clicked. A few days later we were back to complete the adoption process, and made her part of our pack.
https://scontent-a-sea.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpa1/v/t1.0-9/10906050_10152713840734285_849985537925928216_n.jp g?oh=0893f964e7501be83cb0d2b869c18b2f&oe=552A6D69
They told us she was 12, but she may have been older. She immediately took her place in the order of things: bossing Daddy around. Sleeping by Daddy's feet on the bed every night. As her cataracts took over and her eyesight failed, she still knew Daddy's scent and her tail would wag like mad when she smelled my hand. She knew her way around the house, could easily find her way up the stairs to the bedroom, and up the little stairs to her spot on the bed, and could always find her way from the back yard to the stairs to come back in after piddles.
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A few weeks ago I took her to a new vet for a check-up... he was impressed by how good her overall health was for 14+ (we never knew her exact birthday). His only concern was that she was pretty thin, so he had me up her food intake. In the intervening weeks, she started filling out again nicely and getting around a little better.
https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xap1/v/t1.0-9/10712909_10152713846039285_8601510803183917712_n.j pg?oh=344da8e1cdfd55542a3ea0b182155b34&oe=553CF2D4&__gda__=1430445441_5b20f825078ba53a7f10ad074abc9d6 2
This morning she did her business and ate her breakfast like always, but by the afternoon she had diarrhea and seemed restless and confused. A quick trip to the vet revealed nothing terribly wrong except a slightly low temperature and minor dehydration. With instructions to keep her warm and some medication for later, she came home to her heating pad and blankie.
A couple hours later, I decided to take a nap and was going to take her upstairs to cuddle in, but found her in her crate, listless and barely responsive. A rush trip back to the vet showed her temperature even lower, and the doctor gave her a shot of antibiotics, but didn't seem too hopeful. He said we could take her to emergency for critical care, but the nearest one he would recommend was in Langley (over half an hour away even with good weather), and said there were still no guarantees.
We decided to forego taking her to emergency, but brought her home to cuddle, to either pull through... or not.
Within fifteen minutes of laying down in Daddy's arms, she was gone. The vet assured us she was in no pain or discomfort, and we're glad that she could spend her last moments surrounded by love.
Good-bye, "Big Dummy"... the house will be strangely quiet without the huge voice you projected out of that tiny body.
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Late August, 2012, we saw a post on Delta Community Animal Shelter's Facebook page about a little senior Maltepoo that had been surrendered and was looking for a new home. We went to meet her, and Taffy and I immediately clicked. A few days later we were back to complete the adoption process, and made her part of our pack.
https://scontent-a-sea.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpa1/v/t1.0-9/10906050_10152713840734285_849985537925928216_n.jp g?oh=0893f964e7501be83cb0d2b869c18b2f&oe=552A6D69
They told us she was 12, but she may have been older. She immediately took her place in the order of things: bossing Daddy around. Sleeping by Daddy's feet on the bed every night. As her cataracts took over and her eyesight failed, she still knew Daddy's scent and her tail would wag like mad when she smelled my hand. She knew her way around the house, could easily find her way up the stairs to the bedroom, and up the little stairs to her spot on the bed, and could always find her way from the back yard to the stairs to come back in after piddles.
https://scontent-a-sea.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xaf1/v/t1.0-9/10406883_10152713840494285_8956596138329143882_n.j pg?oh=882e86e28060138f326793f0e9d8e57a&oe=552E0A4C
A few weeks ago I took her to a new vet for a check-up... he was impressed by how good her overall health was for 14+ (we never knew her exact birthday). His only concern was that she was pretty thin, so he had me up her food intake. In the intervening weeks, she started filling out again nicely and getting around a little better.
https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xap1/v/t1.0-9/10712909_10152713846039285_8601510803183917712_n.j pg?oh=344da8e1cdfd55542a3ea0b182155b34&oe=553CF2D4&__gda__=1430445441_5b20f825078ba53a7f10ad074abc9d6 2
This morning she did her business and ate her breakfast like always, but by the afternoon she had diarrhea and seemed restless and confused. A quick trip to the vet revealed nothing terribly wrong except a slightly low temperature and minor dehydration. With instructions to keep her warm and some medication for later, she came home to her heating pad and blankie.
A couple hours later, I decided to take a nap and was going to take her upstairs to cuddle in, but found her in her crate, listless and barely responsive. A rush trip back to the vet showed her temperature even lower, and the doctor gave her a shot of antibiotics, but didn't seem too hopeful. He said we could take her to emergency for critical care, but the nearest one he would recommend was in Langley (over half an hour away even with good weather), and said there were still no guarantees.
We decided to forego taking her to emergency, but brought her home to cuddle, to either pull through... or not.
Within fifteen minutes of laying down in Daddy's arms, she was gone. The vet assured us she was in no pain or discomfort, and we're glad that she could spend her last moments surrounded by love.
Good-bye, "Big Dummy"... the house will be strangely quiet without the huge voice you projected out of that tiny body.
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