Showing posts with label grieveing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grieveing. Show all posts

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Charitable Trust, Help Save Unwanted Bichons

As you can see a Bichon Frise takes rather easily to being spoiled.  They are also climbers or @ least mine is.  I discovered a new charity on facebook that helps these little angels (those are NOT horns growing out of his head, it's a crooked halo!) Help Save Unwanted Bichons takes in, vets, trains, and rehomes these little clowns. 
You can also do a search on facebook to find other resources to help these little fluffballs and other dogs.
I also came across some excellent online resources about dealing with the loss of a pet.  This one from Home Vet is wonderful.  Another is available at Helpguide.org.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Skeeter Is Alive Or was 5 Minutes Ago

If you hadn't heard I ran over my adopted dog that really wasn't mine Saturday.

She came back up the driveway yesterday morning then disappeared again, she has another house to go to down the hill of my cousins, all on the same farm.

So  my husband saw Skeeter this morning laying BEHIND THE  BACK WHEEL OF MY CAR which is what started the whole thing.  I went out and she finally came around the corner. I know if I take her to the vet it will be a one way trip, I'm just not positive she's in pain or any more pain than she was in before when she's walking like a troglodyte.

So I'd cooked this HUGE ham, I wasn't sure it would fit in the turkey roaster so I got a granite-ware wash-pan off the display wall in the family room.  After I took the ham off the bone I gave the juice and leftover gristle and fat to the cats.  I took Skeeter over to the log cabin where the cats live and she ate some ham.  Then she gave me another really dirty look and waddled off.....

Saturday, June 19, 2010

I Think I May Have Ran Over My Dog.....

See the dog in the middle?  Not Dispatch the white one or Fema the gray one, the dog who is by the pickup and green chair?  That is Skeeter, she used to be my dads dog.  My dad has been dead 10 years and Skeeter was old then.  She looks sort of like a fake dog mixed with a troglodyte she is so old.

Anyway I'm not sure I ran over her but I thought I might have ran over something earlier today and she took off over the hill (OK she waddled and I tried to feed her chicken and she said bad words to me with dog esp and kept on going) and I can't find her......I was going to have to take her to the vet soon anyway to be put to sleep, she was pitiful she's like 20 years old, but I don't like to think of her dying alone but I can't find her.....we will see in the morning...this is her last known photo. She took like a minute to get up when she was laying down but maybe she didn't hear the car start which means she couldn't hear anything.   I feel bad but I took care of this dog for 10 years and nobody else would take her, she bit kids when we first got her.....she really didn't like me, she liked my husband....I still feel bad....

THE NEXT DAY...........
Skeeter came up the driveway this morning, she's been down in the farm buildings somewhere.  I haven't seen her eat or drink but she acted interested in food, I patted her down and she didn't seem to be in pain.  She's not very perky but she wasn't perky before I thought I ran over her.  You have to remember she is 140 in dog years or close to it, she's @ least over 100. 
If I don't see her eat or drink by tomorrow I will take her to the vet.  She's in her dog house in the shade and has hot dogs, cream, and water nearby..