This is dedicated to the passing of Lyndie, a 12 year old Bichon Frise. Lyndie was a rescue from Bichon Rescue. I drove over an hour from my home to meet Lynn from Bichon Rescue to pick up my “new” dog. I knew I had a special dog when Lynn first placed Lyndie in my arms and Lyndie looked up at me and licked my cheek.
Lyndie was what is known as a “brood bitch,” which means she was forced to have litter after litter at a puppy mill. Lynn rescued her from an animal shelter, where she was dumped after she developed a life threatening infection in her uterus. Lynn saw to it that Lyndie received the needed medical care and Lyndie recovered.
Dedication to Lyndie:
I felt so happy to bring you to your new permanent home and was glad to give you all the love I had to give. I wanted you to have a happy rest of your life since the first part of your life was rather crappie. Lyndie you were such a sweet girl and you could be quite lively for an older dog (she was around 6 or so when I got her). I will always remember the joy that you brought to our family. I will always remember your smiles, intelligence and sense of fun.
When you were diagnosed with an enlarged heart and two tumors in your chest last March we were sad because we weren’t sure how long you would be with us. I did everything I could to make sure you received all the medical treatment you needed to help you with your illness. You did not seem to be in much pain at this point and your behavior had not significantly changed. Gradually, though, we noticed that your appetite had decreased and you were starting to lose weight and at times were throwing up. The last weekend you would not eat at all, you no longer wagged your tail or wanted to play. The look on your face told me that you were not enjoying life. I grew very concerned.
On Wednesday, May 31, 2006 we took you to our vet and he said that your kidneys were failing and we could try to leave you at the hospital to see if you might recover. He did not know if you would recover because, Lyndie, you were so weak, and your heart was failing, too. So we decided it was time to let you go. You were suffering, your little kidneys were not working and we just didn’t want you to hurt anymore. Our vet gave you an injection, and within minutes, you were very still. Our vet said, “she’s gone.”
Today I want to thank you, Lyndie, for coming in our lives. You have touched and healed us in ways we could not have imagined. We love you very much, little sweet one, and we will never forget the six years that you were part of our lives.