February 25 1988 to December 22,1998
You are gone..but never forgotten !
WHOOPI (a Lhasa Apso) was my first and will be the one
and only dog I will ever have. I got him when he was 8 weeks old
and we shared our lives for l0 years and l0 months.
Whoopi was a playful funny and adorable little dog.
He soon became the utmost preoccupation in my life.
We took long walks played in the park and went for long
drives together. I felt he deserved it.
On December 16 our problems began. I took him for a walk
around the house at 6 a.m. but he had no urge to run nor to
climb the little hill as he was used to doing whenever we went out.
As a matter of fact he was dragging himself rather than walking.
That night I took him to the vet who gave him a cortisone shot
explaining that this would help his breathing problems.
On the following day when I came back from school Whoopi
was having a hard time standing.
He was sliding on the ceramic tiles. His condition had worsened
and I was terribly upset. I decided then to take him to the
University of Montreal veterinarian hospital the next day.
A friend of mine made arrangements with the University hospital
so Whoopi could be seen by a specialist as soon as possible.
I had to leave him there in order for him to run tests. Late that night,
I received a phone call from Dr. Carmel who briefed me on Whoopi’s
condition. He had taken blood tests and Xrays and came to the
conclusion that Whoopi’s immune system was deficient
and that he also had found a tumor in his stomach.
We talked about possible surgery by removing the tumor and
reconnecting his digestive system. I was devastated.
I didn’t sleep and the next morning I decided I would not let Whoopi
go through such a painful experience and instead would
put him to sleep.
On Saturday morning I drove to the hospital. I saw the vet
head of the intensive care unit who reassured me saying that
Whoopi had reacted positively to the cortisone therapy and
that we could very well consider surgery.
On Sunday afternoon I went back to see Whoopi.
Poor dear looked miserable. I was told he had vomited 10 times
during the night and that this was a normal reaction to the
therapy treatment. The surgery could take place on Tuesday
after having run further tests.
On Tuesday morning I phoned Dr. Carmel. He had found
water on Whoopi’s lungs and was therefore postponing the surgery.
I seriously discussed Whoopi’s case with a close friend and
reached the following conclusion: I would no longer consider
surgery and would immediately go to the hospital and put an
end to Whoopi’s misery.
When I got into the examination room Whoopi jumped on my lap.
I took him in my arms put him on the table and talked to him calmly
and gently. I petted him while telling him I had loved him unconditionally
and did not want him to suffer any longer.
I also told him I loved him enough to let him go peacefully.
At that very same moment I looked at Dr. Carmel and made him
understand that we were ready to proceed.
He administered the fatal dose. It only took a few seconds and
Whoopi immediately collapsed on his side. Dr. Carmel
felt his pulse … it was over.
I stayed for a few minutes to pet him one last time and said good-bye.
I miss you WHOOPI and will never forget you.
I will always love you and you will always be in
my heart.
WHOOPI you will always be special to me.
I will continue to love you and remember you as the
dear pet that your were.
Thanks for 11 wonderful years…May you be happy at Rainbow Bridge !
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