greyhoundlov

Someone wrote me from another board and said the euthenasia is our way of removing your baby's pain and making it ours. Blessings to you.

Freddie crossed the bridge today at 12:25.

Good girl, Lacers. Keep that Flashman on his toes...errr, butt...err, whatever.

I'm so sorry. I just lost my Freddie an hour ago. I know how you feel.

Goodbye, my love July 17, 1995, our lives were changed forever. We brought you home from the track to foster you over the weekend, but we knew that you would never be adopted or be a pet in the normal sense of the word. You were so spooky that you hid in the corner during turnout and whenever people came to look for a dog to adopt. We never knew your age because you had no tats, but in November 1994 the vet estimated you to be about 2 years old. You were found November 28 so we made that your birthday. You hid in our closet and for the next 10 or so years, ate, slept – literally lived – there. Ten minutes after we arrived, we called the adoption office and told them we were keeping you. That began the 12 ½ year journey that has brought us to today. We knew all about you from our friend in adoptions – how you had been found running loose, how you were starved (you weighed 32 pounds when they found you), how you had heartworms, and how you had a fractured pelvis that had already healed. You were adopted by a couple of ladies who lived in Galveston, but you never really bonded. After you escaped and were on the lam for 2 weeks during Mardis Gras, they decided you were not the dog for them so they returned you. By then you weighed 40 pounds. I remember going to the vet's office once a month for a weigh-in and how excited we (vet and staff) were when you reached 45, 50, 55, 60, and 65 pounds. Your dad agonized for hours because you were so deathly afraid of him. He would spend time every day in the closet trying to make you understand that you were safe with him. It broke his heart that he would have to hide so you would come out to go potty. One of his biggest thrills, and one of the funniest memories we will always treasure is when we went on vacation to the beach at South Padre Island. I woke up one morning thinking, “Boy, Bob has really bad breath.†When I opened my eyes, Bob and I were looking at each other over your head. Evidently during the night you had jumped on the bed and somehow snuggled under the covers. There we were, three heads on the pillows. China Blue, our bridge angel, turned out to be your mentor/rock. She is the one who taught you to be brave when we went out front on the leash. She is the one who taught you that walkies were good things. She is the one who taught you that cat food was good but that kitty crunchies were even better. When she crossed the bridge, you were heartbroken and grieved her a lot. Dad didn't want to get another dog, but he made the mistake of asking me what I wanted for Christmas. Enter Gidget, the brat. Even though you two don't have a close relationship, you got along and it made you happy to have another companion. The last 2 years or so you began coming out of your shell. Dad and I were thinking that maybe as your hearing got worse, you trusted Dad more since you couldn't hear that gruff, loud voice. I can't begin to tell you how special you are to me. I don't know if it is because of your rocky start in life or if it is because you loved me so much—I truly do not know. I do know you are my love, my baby or, as the vet used to call you, my “Fraidy Freddy.†Your dad is suffering as well. He has been your main caregiver for that last 3 years because of the various surgeries I had, and he loves you so very much. I knew this day would come. I just hoped against hope that it would be later rather than sooner. Letting you go is so painful, but watching you suffer and lose so much weight is even more painful. Your coat is still shiny and bright, but your eyes are not. Last night when you got on the dog bed by Dad's feet, we knew. You never got on those dog beds, especially not near Dad. October 5, 2007, our lives were changed forever.

Greyt news!

Does he play with stuffies and sling them around? I know Gidge has had it happen twice now - she pulled something in her neck playing.

Yes, she herself mentioned Tufts. It's a LONG weekend.

I tried the liver this morning. No luck. I guess the rabbit is next.

There are lots of anonymous angels on this board..........I just love 'em.

Good girl. Freddie ate like a champ all day Monday and yesterday then wouldn't eat this morning.

Our vet said they could remove part of the liver if necessary and the dog would survive, providing there no cancer elsewhere. Unfortunately, Freddie's cancer is peppered all over the liver and his whole spleen is gone. Will your vet consider taking small payments? Does he accept Care Credit? There have got to be some options for you out there. I would, however, contact Dr. C first for sure.

Way to go, Miss Lacers!!!

He's hot and cold with the eggs. He didn't eat this morning. I'm so disappinted because he ate so well yesterday and Sunday. I think I'm going to have to cook the rabbit and/or liver.

That is absolutely right. So far, though, the beef seems to be spot on. Phew!!! I'm still putting off cooking that rabbit. What if he likes it? OMG.

Hey, Cyndi, thanks for the offer. I dunno - we have never had buffalo.

You are so blessed to have had that extra time with her. Thank you for going the extra mile for her. She is pain free. Sharing your tears and heartbreak.......

I still haven't been able to cook the rabbit. Stew beef! Eeee hah. He loves it. Cook it sorta rare and he chows down.

I just came from the store. They have frozen rabbit so I got it. I also got some chicken liver. Blech.

He just ate some cat food - chicken and gravy - whoo whoo!

He doesn't like Ensure. He likes Blue Bell vanilla icea cream, though . Sardines were another dismal failure today. DH is on his way to get some Core dog food and try to find *shudder* tripe. I think I'm going to go to the store later and get some liver to see if he likes that.

Get better, sweetie!

He has had two doses of the pred and pepcid. He just a chicken leg quarter plus a little more. Phew! I know we are going to lose him to the cancer, but I don't want my baby starving to death. We just got Core cat food. We'll take a run there after church tomorrow and try the CORE dry.

I made scrambled eggs with cheese and added a little milk. That didn't work so I added some ice cream and that worked for 2 or 3 bites. He has never been food motivated anyway except for his turkey necks, but he doesn't want them, either. We just keep trying anything we can think of and pray he will eat something.

We are having ups and downs with his eating. Yesterday he ate chicken twice. Last night he ate about 8 little bites of smoked turkey. Nothing at all today. We started him on low-dose pred yesterday afternoon.