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Tweek

Babyblue5290 — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:59:29 GMT

Tweek (one of my Parakeets) died today. :(

He was always kinda a sickly budgie. When I first got him he was tiny, one of his toes on his foot was broken and healed wrong, his color was drastically dulled, and his feathers were in a horrible state and his tail was almost completely plucked out.

This is one of the first pics I have of him, you can tell he has an attitude lol

And over the years I had him he has improved so much. He gained plenty of weight and grew a bit. His feathers got their nice vibrant blue color again instead of the dull gray/blue. His feathers grew out and he was just a beautiful boy.

I don't know what killed him, though I believe it may just be due to neglect during his first part of his life.

RIP Tweek

He's flying free with his best mate Butters now.

Jasper, Lily, Wolfy RIP

ACampbell0304 — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 02:31:57 GMT

It's with a sad heart I have to write this. I haven't even been able to think about it much or know how to start it.
A week ago today Jasper passed away in his sleep. I saw him at 2 AM when I went to bed, and at 7 AM he had passed away underneath my porch. We have no idea on the cause, wasn't acting sickly and seemed perky and happy when I went to bed. We weren't in a position to have a necropsy done, so Jasper is resting peacefully in my backyard now. My oldest son is devastated by his loss.

Lily, where do I start? Other than I should have had her PTS myself instead of rehoming her. Yeah I should have let the ones who thought I was insane to do so complain to me, because it ended up much worse.
I'm writing this early because I know her end is near. She is at the Humane Society, they contacted me because her microchip still had my contact info on it. She got into a fight with another dog and bit someone when they broke the fight up. Since I no longer have her shot records (given to the new owner who at this time cannot be located) she is in quarantine until the 23rd and will be euthanized at that time. Her new owners moved after getting her, and their phone number is disconnected. I've emailed them and given all the contact info I had to the humane society...I'm rather heartbroken it is going to end like this. It was an injustice to her to rehome her (to people who work with a pitbull rescue no less) and for that I'll always feel guilt.

Wolfy...he was my mother's dog but deserves a moment himself. At least two of her other dogs ganged up and killed him on Thursday, no apparent reason and no prior problems.

In Memory

ILoveMyLab — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 20:37:31 GMT

Oct 31st brought tragedy to our home as we lost our dear Chevy in a very unpredictable accident. I have told a few of you, but it has been too hard to post publicly about it until now. It is still hard, but gets a little better each day.

We carved this pumpkin for her and put it on her grave

From the first day that we got you,
You were our precious girl.
Even with your lethal tail,
We wouldn't trade you for the world.

We cussed and cursed your puppy ways,
But we never could stay mad.
You'd make us smile everyday,
Oh the fun times that we had.

So when we got that terrible call,
In my heart I knew,
That Oct 31st, 2009,
Would be the day my heart stood still

I remember how you'd nudge my hand,
And set your head gently in my lap
The tennis ball you would gladly chase,
Around our legs, at night you'd wrap.

Your obesession with a tennis ball,
You loved retrieving from the start.
You will always have a special place
Forever in my heart.

If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for awhile,
I'd your rub your ears and kiss you,
Just so I could see you smile.

Sleep peacefully my sweet little girl

Pete: Gone, but never forgotten

Shiba Rawr — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 02:50:04 GMT

On Saturday November 14th 2009, Pete, my beloved Rottweiler/Labrador Retriever/APBT Mix went missing.
We searched hard and long for him on Saturday, and again on Sunday. We put up fliers and prayed and hoped he would return.

On Monday November 16th 2009, our neighbor drove up to our house in a four-wheeler (How classy, right?). This is the same neighbor that would tease our dog through the fence, and talked to my relatives about how much he hated Pete and would kill him if he got the chance. Well, he got his wish. He came over to the house to notify us that he had shot and killed Pete two days previous (Saturday, the day he went missing). This was because he saw him OUTSIDE of his chicken pen. (He didn't harm a single one). He didn't have the decency to give us a call, or let us have his body so we could bury it on our property.

God, I want to ring his neck. All I can think about it revenge, when I know that's not the right thing to do.

I still remember the day we took a routine visit to the local Humane Society. We walked down rows of kennels of barking and crying dogs. A woman who worked there approached us and asked "Are you looking for a dog?"
My mother replied with a half-laugh; "Yeah, we have been for years."
She replied almost urgently; "Have you seen Petrie?" (His name at the time, which quickly changed to Peter and then Pete)
We all shook our heads, and she brought us to him.
There he was laying pathetically in the kennel. He sat up as we approached and wagged his tail, but stayed there.
We read off the paper on the kennel door with all his information, and the lady added that he was going to be euthanized that week because he had been there for MONTHS. We agreed to bring him outside to the play area to see how he acted. He was playful, but sweet. He hadn't been neutered yet, and as a result of the excitement tried to hump our niece that came with us. :lol-sign:
We decided that we would indeed adopt him and he would be coming home with us the next day. So the day that we got him he got his neuter surgery.

On our drive home he sat right beside me. I was eating a hamburger (this was before I became a vegetarian) and was surprised that he didn't try to grab it from me. -What a gentleman.
As we arrived home I took him out of the car and man; he tugged on that leash with all his strength!
It was the hottest part of summer, but he couldn't go swimming because of his surgery. However he enjoyed his walks and cuddles with us.

As the years past, I grew even closer him. He became my shoulder to cry on, my sweet Petie Boy~<3

When my friend adopted a Husky mix from the same shelter, "Timber" and Pete became good friends. That was short lived as when Timber got out one day, our neighbor happened to see him and he shot him. Timber made it home, but was near death. Our neighbor went over, finished him off, and buried him on his property.

That was when our neighbor started to hate our dog, and planned to kill him. That's what led to today.

Pete was my Snuggle Buddy/Bubby, my Cuddle Monster, my big Sweet Baby Boy, my Peter Boy, my Bubby.

He was the most gentle, sweet, mellow dog I know. He loved to go on walks and play chase around yard, and finish the day off with a night next to me on my bed.

I'm sorry Pete.
I'm sorry that I didn't notice the fence until after you got out.
I'm sorry that I couldn't save you.
I'm sorry that I couldn't say goodbye, that I couldn't be there with you as you took your last breath. That I couldn't comfort the soul that had comforted me so many times before. That the one time you needed me, I failed to be there for you.
I'm sorry that I took away your chance of finding a better home where you could still be alive, by adopting you.
I'm sorry.

I love you buddy, and I promise that I'll never forget you. I promise I'll meet you on Rainbow Bridge and things will be good again.

~Forever my Snuggle Bubby

Mary

smkie — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 18:45:02 GMT

I don't like surprises and since so many of you have expressed love for Mary I thought i should let you know. Monday at 1 pm the mobile vet is going to come and send my baby girl over the bridge. SHe is strong and healthy, vibrant and other than her arthritis she is fit as can be. THat i think is making this even harder for me. THe mole is back on her eyelid and it is scratching the surface of her eye. Drops are no longer helping keep the infection at bay. I tried gel last time and it made no difference. IT came up fast and I prayed it was allergies again that reddened her eye but even I can see the mole touching it now. SHe keeps her inner eyelid slightly raised to protect her eye and it is taking the brunt of abrasion. When I saw it I made myself come in and make the call. My friend set the arrangements up with Dr. Napper. A very highly recommended mobile vet. I have heard he is the best and all the dogs love him. I want nothing less for her. I do not want her afraid, i do not want to say goodbye in a place that scares her to no end. THe last two surgeries on this damnable mole mean that she will fight like the devil going into the room. I will not have any of that for her.

I have taken her to the fields or the woods every day since last spring when it wasn't pouring rain. SHe has discovered new things thanks to Pepper and made new friends like Jean and Higgs. SHe has shown me that there is no quit in her and even tho her feet are swollen up like paddles and her hocks twice their size, she galloped across fields and joined in all the fun she could. Always with a wagging tail, and a never failing aura of good will. I have tried to give her the best life i could, starting with the day i helped open her little sack and saw her take her first tiny breath. SHe has never been yelled at or known seperation or fear of anything we couldn't face together. SHe is my partner, the other mom, she is my best friend, she is my anchor of hope and has sustained a permanent lesson for us all of the things that really matter.

My son is coming, she slept with him all his childhood. Took him to the bus stop. Was a part of his gang when he was a teenager. Had a whole secret life there I was completely unaware of in the basement. SHe loved teenagers and they loved her.

My mother is coming. GG is her gramma and has watched her all these years when i had to leave so Mary never had to be afraid.

I will give Hyia and Mary one last walk in the woods Monday morning so they can say goodbye. Hyia has never known a time when Mary wasn't a part of her life. Mary always seeing her off to school each morning.

I promised her when she was born that i would never let her suffer. Out of selfishness I don't want to do this. SHe does hurt, her arthritis hurts but she showed me she was still enjoying life so I let it be. THe eye is a different matter. No amount of begging and crying on the phone is going to get anyone to do anything about it this time. I begged last time, but that was 2 years ago. I was told no time after time but i was right, she still had lots of good living to do and we have done that.

I am going to give her a special bath and pick up some whip cream...after all I don't want heaven to think I didn't take good care of her and whip cream is her favorite and she hasn't had it for years and years due to her touchy pancreas. I hope in heaven she can eat all she wants of the goodies she deserves.

I managed to go one whole day without crying yesterday but that seems to be all over with now. She doesn't like to see me cry but i can't help it anymore. Hyia won't be told until Monday morning. SHe is happy and singing away this morning. No point is spoiling that. She knows something's wrong but i told her not to worry now. I would tell her what she needed to know when she needs to know it. She accepted that without question. Good girl.

So wish my Mother Mary a happy journey please. The angels better take as good of care as I did. May Bronki be there...that's all I ask is that Bronki meet her half way across the bridge and take her to her new home.

Fozzy

AllieMackie — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 05:14:32 GMT

Today (November 12th) marks 3 years since Fozzy left us.

We rescued him at a year old, shelter guessed him as a Husky/GSD, but my guess is BC/Husky.

He was VERY hyper, energetic and driven for the first 3/4 of his life, which I loved. I didn't take care of him the first few years very much (being quite young) but into my teens I would take him on at least one daily walk and play with him in the backyard. I loved his toy drive and his penchant for fun. We matched well. :P

When Fozzy was 13 and I was 23, my mom passed away. Since I was in school and working, my brother and I decided Fozzy would go home to British Columbia with him. Fozzy enjoyed mountain life, but continued to slowly fade away after mom left. On the 12th of November 2006, the vet said it was time, and my brother held him as he left this world.

I wish I had been there, but knowing my brother held him was good enough for me. Fozzy was a family dog and loved all three of us. It was my brother who originally rescued him, so despite him not living with us for the last 6-7 years of Fozzy's life, it was oddly fitting that he held him on his last day.

Anyways, this got winded, but I know a lot of you have only met Fozzy briefly in photos, and I wanted to share his story when the time was right. Fozzy brought to me my love of dogs, he taught me that wonderful patience and understanding that dogs do, and he brought so much happiness to my family.

I still miss you every day, my awesome boy. In Finnegan's mannerisms (he's a LOT like you), in the photos on my wall, whenever I need a smile... you're never far from me, buddy. I don't know what I believe in, but I sure hope we meet again some day.

Morgan

KenyiGirl — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 07:07:17 GMT

Morgan is my parent's Golden Retriever. They got her from an acquantance of theirs, a breeder. Morgan has cysts on her ovaries, and couldn't have puppies anymore so the breeders were rehoming her. My parents brought her home 2 days after we put down my Golden, Amanda. I didn't want a new dog, but they got her anyway, brought her home and she immediately came to me. She was just so... doofy compared to Amanda. But she was a good dog. Every year during hunting season she would somehow get out of her yard, go find a deer carcass, and bring home a leg :rolleyes:

At the end she was mostly blind and deaf, had fatty tumors, and was always overfed. She'd been sickly/unhealthy for the past year, but she had the classic Golden personality right up to the end.

She was put down on October 31. She was 13 to 16 years old. No one knows for sure because her breeder owners didn't keep very good records, and got their dogs mixed up sometimes. My parents had her for about 8 years, 5 of which I still lived at home.

Morgan was a good dog. She was a true Golden. She was devoted to my family. This is the only picture I have of her

Morgan and Molly getting pettings last christmas

I miss you, Spook

eddieq — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 06:01:19 GMT

It's been one year since you left us. We got you at a year old from a rescue and at 18 1/2 years old, we had you longer than we were married. Our lives have never been the same. I swear I sometimes still see you strolling down the steps at night.

Run free at the bridge. I hope you finally catch that mouse.

Thank you, Charlie

Charliesmommy — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 02:29:15 GMT

for all that you brought to my life. Today has been a year since you left me. Momma misses you.

Mittens

4dogs3cats — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 21:47:18 GMT

Tomorrow will be one year since my cat, Mittens, was killed. He was killed in what is believed to be a halloween prank.

The vet's best guess was he was shot. He was only one year old. (I had surgery that day and forgot to lock him inside, a mistake I will regret my whole life.)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Lock your cats inside tomorrow. Even if they are outdoor cats. Please lock them inside. People are cruel. People can be horrible. Someone killed my Mittens as a joke, and it kills me to this day.

RIP buddy, I miss you every day.

My little man Ben

puppydog — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 07:25:22 GMT

Goodbye you special smiley boy. Your always happy, smiling face will be sorely missed. Your little ways that brightened everyday and your enthusiasm for every task you tackeled will always inspire me.
I am sorry my little guy, I am sorry I could not stop what happened to you.

I love you and will miss you forever.

Emma

JennSLK — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 21:52:13 GMT

I honestly thought I would have another 6 years at least before I had to write this. She was so young full of life and fire.

Feb 26th 2005 - Oct 22nd 2009

Jennifer Calliou's Photos - Emma | Facebook

RIP, My Sweet Girl

scob89 — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 06:15:53 GMT

You where the best, I am lost without you. I can't watch you Suffer, you are in a much better place now, I will never forget you, because you saved me from killing myself and showed me the meaning to life and a reason to live. I will have another dog, but it could never be like you. I will fire one off in your honor. You will be missed so very very much. RIP, my Sweet Girl.