Comfort dogs
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So sweet!!
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awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
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A friend did a sketch of my dog Kokomo, who dies in October of last year. I'm still mourning her loss, it was the toughest thing I've had to deal with in a long time. Here's the sketch alongside the picture she went off of.
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That is a wonderful drawing and a lovely way to remember your beloved dog. It's so hard to lose them.0 -
So nice!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Geeze it's quiet here! The cat ladies are busy!!
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Laughing my head off watching Princess looking at the birds while under the influence of catnip.
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We're loving all your 'comfort dog' photo's!!
They're so sweet, thanks for sharing and keep it up!
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Here is our Stella........seizure free for 50 days..................hopefully this is a good sign that the Neurologist is getting her med levels where they need to be................God is good......time will tell.
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Poor Stella, having to go through all that! Hope her med levels even out soon!
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Mommy......thanks.......so far so good............the best thing is at least my daughter can find some peace in her life too........it has been so hard on her and the rest of their family............the love this dog beyond anyones imagination....and she isn't even 2 years old yet.......sad, but hopefully things are looking up........0
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STELLA!!! Hang in there, sweet girl!! You are so loved.
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Well Princess has come down from her catnip high and is being calm. Sitting in the window enjoying the cooler temps.
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This dropped out of my favorites. I missed some good pictures!!
So glad Stella is doing better Ducky!
Picture of Jax and Murphy waiting for their treat.
We were having Jax shaved at PetSmart a few months ago, and I made the mistake of going in the store when we went to pick him up. As you can see, I came away with ANOTHER dog. I'm such a sucker. This is a Jack Russell/Beagle mix....they call him a Jack-a-bee. He had such a sad story. His owner passed away and was left in the house with another dog. The neighbor started to take care of them, and found out the female dog was going to have puppies. Then they went to a foster home with 11 dogs for a few weeks. He was at the adoption event at PetSmart. He has very severe separation anxiety. Not surprising with what he went through. He also had some tummy troubles when we got him. We narrowed it down to his food, and we now feed him a grain free diet. He also is very possessive of his person (me) and didn't get along with Jax. He pretty much ignored Baylee. Over the past month, he and Jax have become pals and the possessive behavior is getting much better. He is slowly coming along. He really is a sweet, loving dog. He loved playing with my nephews when they visited from Wisconsin, and my niece that lives down the street. He LOVES all kids!!!
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Slow you are awesome to bring Murphy home with you. Sounds like he is shaping up to be a great dog.
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Awwww what a sweet story
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I wrote this a few weeks ago. I couldn't bear to post it until now.
My children were young when they picked out their first dog. When we first saw him at the high kill shelter, I wondered if we would be able to keep up with him. He was a ball of energy. My DD picked him. We found out later that she has a knack for picking great dogs. We debated on what his name would be. We finally all settled on Baylee.
Baylee did some comical things throughout the years. When we first got him and gave him a treat in the house, he would bury it on the floor. He made the digging motion and would push the treat with his nose right into his imagined hole. Next he would make the motion of covering it up. The treat was right out in the open, but in his mind, he had buried it. That always made us laugh. Didn't he see it right out in the open??? When he was older, he would bury his treats in the backyard, and our other dog would come right up behind him, dig them up and eat them. I guess he just enjoyed the act of burying.
Baylee liked gross things. He loved rolling in poo. It didn't matter what kind of poo, he didn't discriminate. He would find the biggest pile he could, and roll. He also like collecting tissues that were in the trash. He would hide them in his bed. Along with tissues, he also liked underwear. The gross didn't stop there. When I was really sick, I had a colostomy. For those that have no experience with a colostomy, it routes all your poo into a bag that is attached to a stoma. Having a colostomy doesn't alleviate the need to pass gas. All the gas goes into the bag, making it grow like a balloon. I was confined to a hospital bed at the time, so my wonderful husband did all the maintenance on my colostomy (poor man). He made it his mission to empty the large ballooning colostomy. He would get a plastic bag and skillfully open the bag and transfer all the air into a plastic bag. Then he would seal it and throw it in the trash. We didn't realize that Baylee was going in the trash and collecting the bags until my DH saw them in his bed - DEFLATED. The grosser something was the more he liked it. He was a funny dog.
Two weeks ago my DH and I had to put our old boy Baylee to sleep. Bales, Mr. B, Balesabo, Beasley, sweet boy, turbo - all of the nicknames we called him through the years. We had been struggling with this decision for months. We kept rationalizing that he is doing a bit better. Each day I watched him struggle to eat his food, barely able to stand up. Recently he fell into his water bowl because he had lost the strength in his legs. He could no longer control where he went poo. His lesions were bleeding more each day. He was sleeping most of the day, and the time he was awake, he seemed confused and vacant. But every so often he would rally which would make us question whether it was the right time. At night he would pace back and forth on the patio. He never liked coming into the house, and when he started his decline, he still preferred to be outside. He was our patrol dog. Always patrolling the perimeter of the house. He didn't run, he pranced. His cute little ears would bounce up and down, and he always seemed to have a smile on his face. As long as he could be in motion, he was happy.
A few weeks ago he didn't want to get up. It was so hot outside, so I put his crate close to my chair and carried him inside - not an easy task for me. I pet his head and let him know what a good boy he is and it was time for him to rest. I watched him breathe. He stopped breathing at times, and I was sure he was at his end. He did this for an hour. Slow breathing, no breathing.Then suddenly he was up again. Like a switch was flipped. Slowly walking to the back door - always wanting to be outside. Back to patrolling - slowly. When is the right time? How do we make these choices?
He rallied again when we made the dreaded drive. He even wanted to walk a little when we took him out of the car. That made us question once again if we were doing the right thing. In a way, it felt like we were tricking him into a fun car ride and a walk, both things he loved to do. He was calm. Calmer than I've ever seen him at the vet. Almost glad to be there. Just living for the moment like all dogs do. It's almost like he knew it would be his last walk. I knew it was time in my head, but my heart was breaking. Are we doing the right thing? Is it fair to keep him with us a little longer? My DH and I were the last people he saw. We were both petting him, both talking to him. He gave the vet assistant a kiss and then he was asleep. My sweet boy was now at peace - no more pain or struggle.
He has given our family so much joy and laughter through the years. He was with us for so long, it was unbearable to say goodbye. He will forever be in our hearts, and I will always picture him prancing and on patrol.
I still question whether we did the right thing. Whether we should have done it sooner, or waited a bit longer. Such an awful decision to make for our animals.0 -
It is an awful decision. Terribly hard to know "when". I've been down that path, I guess most of us have. Think of him burying his bones at the Rainbow Bridge, remember his other special to him traits. My heart is breaking too.
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((((slow)))) I am crying with you. It was a tough decision to make and we always second guess ourselves. But Baylee is at peace now, and waiting for you on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge. That was a very loving tribute to your wonderful dog.
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sorry slow. So sad to have to do. Our Shelby is almost 15. It's tough to see them age. Hug
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Slow............its tough to play God...........but rest in knowing as hard as it was your little fur baby is out of pain........and resting with the angels.........
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Slow.......he is probably having a chat with my Charcoal kitty about their mommies. Its always an hard time to know when its right to let our furbabies go in peace.
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Slow: what a sweet doggie, your story made me cry. These wonderful, sensitive four leggeds are family. Posting a pic of my mom's dog, Mitzy... I don't have a furry friend (have a birdy:-) but I'm AMAZED by how perceptive Mitzy is. She knows there's something "wrong" with me and tries to lick my shirt over where the tumors are. She pays me all this extra attention and checks up on me all the time whenever I'm visiting mom. If i sit on the couch, Mitzy jumps up and curls next to me with her head on my lap. She never usually does this to guests and never did these things before I got cancer. It's uncanny...
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Wanna give her kisses!!!
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You might find this interesting........before I got cancer I spent a lot of time at my daughter's because I took care of her 2 children while she worked.....
She had a dog named Rocky.....a gorgeous boxer........he never really hung around me much just the normal amount of time...............then he started to folow me no matter whee I went......in the kitchen cooking, sitti'ng on the sofa he would always come to me, and stare and put his head in my lap.....many times I almost fell over him.and would say to my daugher......This friggin dog is trying to tell me something.....what the hell !!!!!!!!
Then I was diagnosed with BC........'had surgery, Rads, and the whoe 9 yards............after that and it was found and taken care of.......he treated me again like everyone else............no different..........animals know...........This is Rocky...........my son -in- law is a nut..........
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Spookie, glennie, susan, ducky, M0mmy, Birdy - Thank you so much for your kind words. It was one of the most difficult things I've had to do.
I used to wish that our animals could out live us. But then I adopted this new dog that had his owner pass away. As hard as it was for me and my DH to lose Baylee, I wouldn't have wanted him to lose us. They just don't understand what is happening to them when they are ripped from their homes. This new dog we adopted has many issues for that very reason. Now I got to see both sides. I will make sure our dogs have good relationships with our adult kids just in case. This way they won't feel so displaced.
Birdysmom, What an adorable dog!! I agree....I think our animals do know when we are sick. For me, it was my cat. She was very clingy right before and after I was diagnosed. I see you're fairly new to BCO. Welcome!! You picked a great place for support.
Ducky, That picture of Rocky is funny!! We have one of Jax like that!! hahaha I must admit, Rocky looks way smarter than Jax!!0 -
I had the same thing with both Jackson and Charcoal. When I was diagnosed and going through chemo, they stayed very close to me when hubby wasn't home. When I napped, Charcoal would lay right behind my legs and Jackson would lay where he could see me.
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Ducky: that is an adorable pic of Rocky. I love how he knew you were sick. And then ignored you after treatment. LOL!!
Birdysmom: MItzy is adorable!! Love how she wants to take care and comfort you. Somehow dogs know,,,
Slow: You are right,,, we mourn and grieve, but at least we understand what happened. The dogs don't. I always hate to hear of dogs who need new homes cuz owner is too ill or has died. I hope your new guy gets settled in soon. It's great that you added him to your family. I have a friend with a sick Boston Terrier, who is spending a couple of days at the vet's. As much as she is upset over the matter, the 4 cats are so confused cuz their little buddy is gone. Hopefully he will recover and be home soon.
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Awww Glennie. I hope her BT is back home quickly and makes a full recovery!! So cute and sad the cats are looking for him.
My cat (Chloe) and Baylee didn't get along at all. He would always chase her, and she would always give him her biggest and loudest hiss. The night before we took Baylee in, Chloe actually came up to Baylee and touched noses with him. He didn't even mind and even seemed to like it. The two of them lived together for 15 years, and that was their first friendly encounter. Animals are so intuitive. It was touching.
Edited to add picture: Murphy crawled into bed with Jax. They are becoming good pals. We got them matching Star Wars collars.
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"Mommy, I really didn't do a thing... I just want to play with you!" - I get this look while I am working at my desk - Dozer drives me crazy LOL. He is a good boy but loves to play... Since my last surgery, he won't play with me though. He waits for daddy to get home and then he goes crazy!
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