Maggie was a Bait Dog. When she came to me she was full of wounds, skin and bones, with filed down teeth so she would not be able to protect herself. She was a breeder too, her body abused in every way. Still she was the most loving dog and endured all the dressing changes and baths without to ever raise a lip. She loved puppies and kittens. She was afraid of thunder. Maggie was never offered for adoption as I came to love her too much to let her go.
Ironically, and very very sadly, she was killed 4 years later by a group of dogs that attacked her. It wasn’t fair.
Love you Hippo. Still crying for you! I’m so sorry….See you at the bridge!
Sweet Kayla, my love.
Kayla was about 3 years old when she was discovered abandoned and starved in a back yard.
When you first came in my rescue, you were in horrible mental and physical condition. You would pee in your bed and sleep in it, never even knew it any other way. You were shy, withdrawn and fearful. Being def did not help either.
We worked hard on all of this, didn’t we girl. It took you a year or so before you stopped sleeping in your pee, I almost thought I wouldn’t see the day. You got that Bull terrier spunk back and got more active. It must have been 2 years in when I saw you the first time doing Bull terrier Zoomies in the yard.
I was so happy that day. So happy to see you happy…
It was the last time. A few days later you started acting strange, wouldn’t get up much. The vet wasn’t really sure what could be wrong and we tried some medications, but it just got worse.
Further tests showed you had Autoimmune hemolytic anemia. Your body had begun to eat you.
We fought! We fought so hard. 2 one week stays at the vet, fluids, meds, supplements. I fought so so hard for you. But a few weeks later it became clear, you were not getting better.
I felt it when I took you to the vet that day, that you would not come back home.
He said the very medication you need to fight the autoimmune, was destroying your liver…..
You were shutting down…
I will never, ever forget you and cherish every day we had….
Rest now and come meet me at the bridge my love.
Tirian, sweet sweet gently boy! Peanut, my gentle mama.
You, your mother and your brother managed to dig out of the fence that fateful night.
Only your brother came back. You must have crossed the highway close together. You never had a chance to be seen
in the middle of the night. Barely 18 months old, you were my sunshine. Always a perfect gentleman, well behaved, soft and cuddly. An innocent, sweet little boy. Had it not been for that skin condition you struggled with, you surely would have been adopted when your siblings were, many months before.
I take solace knowing you never saw it coming, neither of you suffered. I finally found a wonderful home for your brother. I have no doubt he is very happy. After all, he will have to make the best of life for all 3 of you!
Love you boy!
See you both at the bridge!!