― luna's cee, Thursday, 10 March 2005 06:06 (twenty-one years ago)
However, freaking. out.
― luna's cee, Thursday, 10 March 2005 06:08 (twenty-one years ago)
I know nothing about epilepsy in dogs.
― green uno skip card (ex machina), Thursday, 10 March 2005 06:10 (twenty-one years ago)
― estela (estela), Thursday, 10 March 2005 06:12 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 10 March 2005 06:15 (twenty-one years ago)
― anthony easton (anthony), Thursday, 10 March 2005 06:36 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna's cee, Thursday, 10 March 2005 06:38 (twenty-one years ago)
Honey, this is not a waste of internet space. It's ok. Your furry baby's not feeling in tip-top shape. If it helps you any, I can relate to what you're going through. My little doggie baby had some seizures I was worried about some three years ago; I can't remember what the vet told me the seizures were due to, but I do know that she pulled through and is now doing well, not having had a seizure since. But when it was happening, I was worried sick! So hopefully your little doggie baby will pull through in a likewise fashion.
― Surreal Addiction (Dee the Lurker), Thursday, 10 March 2005 09:02 (twenty-one years ago)
That was three years ago as well, and Chet is thriving.
― Rickey Wright (Rrrickey), Thursday, 10 March 2005 09:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― g-kit (g-kit), Thursday, 10 March 2005 09:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― Rumpsy Pumpsy (Rumpie), Thursday, 10 March 2005 11:37 (twenty-one years ago)
― Chris 'The Nuts' V (Chris V), Thursday, 10 March 2005 11:48 (twenty-one years ago)
Never again! (I hope)
― luna (luna.c), Thursday, 10 March 2005 18:20 (twenty-one years ago)
― Leon the Fatboy (Ex Leon), Thursday, 10 March 2005 18:22 (twenty-one years ago)
― Je4nne ƒury (Jeanne Fury), Thursday, 10 March 2005 18:27 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael White (Hereward), Thursday, 10 March 2005 18:36 (twenty-one years ago)
― Je4nne ƒury (Jeanne Fury), Thursday, 10 March 2005 18:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― Michael White (Hereward), Thursday, 10 March 2005 19:14 (twenty-one years ago)
― JuliaA (j_bdules), Thursday, 10 March 2005 19:39 (twenty-one years ago)
Mack's seizures were probably brought on by blows to the head. I don't know if your pit has a similar history.
― Yr3k (dymaxia), Thursday, 10 March 2005 20:53 (twenty-one years ago)
― Yr3k (dymaxia), Thursday, 10 March 2005 20:54 (twenty-one years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Thursday, 10 March 2005 23:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― estela (estela), Friday, 11 March 2005 00:09 (twenty-one years ago)
― I'm Hi, Jared Fogle (ex machina), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 14:49 (twenty years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 14:50 (twenty years ago)
― Panther Pink (Pinkpanther), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 14:51 (twenty years ago)
― beanz (beanz), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 14:52 (twenty years ago)
― grimly fiendish (grimlord), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 14:54 (twenty years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 15:02 (twenty years ago)
― lauren (laurenp), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 15:23 (twenty years ago)
― lauren (laurenp), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 15:26 (twenty years ago)
― Leon C. (Ex Leon), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 15:27 (twenty years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 15:29 (twenty years ago)
― M. White (Miguelito), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 15:32 (twenty years ago)
― kingfish fucked up his login (kingfish 2.0), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 15:39 (twenty years ago)
― nathalie starts to cry each time we meet (stevie nixed), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 16:26 (twenty years ago)
http://flakmag.com/misc/images/frostypaws.jpg
Lauren, I'm glad your puppy is okay.
― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 16:34 (twenty years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 16:38 (twenty years ago)
He has colon cancer that is progressing rapidly. He gets up 2 or 3 times a night to pee. He is not in pain yet, but the prognosis is bad.
― I'm Hi, Jared Fogle (ex machina), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 18:16 (twenty years ago)
― jocelyn (Jocelyn), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 18:17 (twenty years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 18:17 (twenty years ago)
― I'm Hi, Jared Fogle (ex machina), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 18:22 (twenty years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 18:23 (twenty years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 18:24 (twenty years ago)
― I'm Hi, Jared Fogle (ex machina), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 18:26 (twenty years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 18:34 (twenty years ago)
― M. White (Miguelito), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 18:37 (twenty years ago)
― Wiggy (Wiggy), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 18:41 (twenty years ago)
http://www.jeansdogshop.com/TR-Fantasy/TR-Angel2-Corgi-Pembroke.jpg
― I'm Hi, Jared Fogle (ex machina), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 18:43 (twenty years ago)
I'm sorry about Dylan.
― tokyo nursery school: afternoon session (rosemary), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 19:19 (twenty years ago)
― estela (estela), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 20:22 (twenty years ago)
― s1ocki (slutsky), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 20:28 (twenty years ago)
(It takes me a minute to get past the short legs, but corgis really are a pretty breed.)
― Rock Hardy (Rock Hardy), Tuesday, 23 August 2005 20:31 (twenty years ago)
― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 24 August 2005 02:47 (twenty years ago)
Fuck you, Bob Barker.
― I'm Hi, Jared Fogle (ex machina), Friday, 26 August 2005 16:19 (twenty years ago)
We've only ever had female dogs so that bit of info never applied. Now that I know, I'm keeping that in mind should I ever get a dog!
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 26 August 2005 16:29 (twenty years ago)
― I'm Hi, Jared Fogle (ex machina), Friday, 26 August 2005 16:32 (twenty years ago)
― nathalie's pocket revolution (stevie nixed), Friday, 26 August 2005 16:32 (twenty years ago)
Yesterday we had to let Dylan go to free him fromhis struggle with prostate cancer. Although we hadknown since August that this day would come, it was ohso much harder than I ever imagined. Dylan's will tolive and spirit were so strong that he fought leavingthis world. Since Thanksgiving we had watched him change. Hewanted to eat, but refused anything we offered. Hestrained and failed to eliminate. There were timeswhen he seemed to be in pain, retreating under ourbed. And yet he still looked at us with his brighteyes and wanted to run in the field with Audrey. Herolled in the grass, waving his legs in the air. Hejumped up to greet me and licked my face. And at nighthe snuggled up next to my legs in his usual spot. For two months $MYDAD and I had been up two or threetimes every night with him--letting him out, changinghis bedding, worrying.His walk became labored, and we knew the tumor hadgrown. I noticed that if he stayed outside for eventen minutes this past week, he began to shiver.Should we let him go on like this, we aked? Is hesuffering? But he was still Dylan, in all his glory,and he didn't give us the message we were waiting for:It is time to let me go. With many, many tears, we decided it was wrong towait too long and later to regret causing him pain.So we made arrangements with our vet for Saturday.The day was sunny and clear, that first crisp wintrymorning. We have a prism hanging in a small, highwindow in our kitchen, and the sun's angle only hitsit at certain times of the year. $MYDAD called to me tocome see. Little rainbows sparkled all over thecounters and cabinets. "I don't believe in signs," hesaid, "but look -- rainbows." Because it was Saturday, we followed our usualroutine. $MYDAD took our two corgis for a last trip tothe general store for newspapers and coffee and to seetheir friends. I watched them walk across the field,Dylan and Audrey running together and barking madly.Dylan could manage these little bursts of energy, butwould quickly falter. The details of how Dylan's life ended are just toosad to share. We held him, we told him how much weloved him, he gave us many corgi kisses. It was thenso difficult to look at his lifeless body and knowthat moments before his glorious spirit had still beenwith us. Our house seems quiet and empty now. Audrey looksfor him and follows us closely. Today we woke to thefirst snowfall, Dylan's favorite weather. It is allso hard, and we miss him so. Later, when I can, I want to write about Dylan andshare some of my happy memories. We will create amemorial and make a donation to Corgiaid in his name.Oh, what I would give to have my precious Dylan backwith us again, but it's not to be. Dylan was my once-in-a-lifetime dog, and I willremember him everyday.$MYMOM in $TOWN, RI, with just Audreynow
Yesterday we had to let Dylan go to free him fromhis struggle with prostate cancer. Although we hadknown since August that this day would come, it was ohso much harder than I ever imagined. Dylan's will tolive and spirit were so strong that he fought leavingthis world.
Since Thanksgiving we had watched him change. Hewanted to eat, but refused anything we offered. Hestrained and failed to eliminate. There were timeswhen he seemed to be in pain, retreating under ourbed. And yet he still looked at us with his brighteyes and wanted to run in the field with Audrey. Herolled in the grass, waving his legs in the air. Hejumped up to greet me and licked my face. And at nighthe snuggled up next to my legs in his usual spot.
For two months $MYDAD and I had been up two or threetimes every night with him--letting him out, changinghis bedding, worrying.His walk became labored, and we knew the tumor hadgrown. I noticed that if he stayed outside for eventen minutes this past week, he began to shiver.Should we let him go on like this, we aked? Is hesuffering? But he was still Dylan, in all his glory,and he didn't give us the message we were waiting for:It is time to let me go.
With many, many tears, we decided it was wrong towait too long and later to regret causing him pain.So we made arrangements with our vet for Saturday.The day was sunny and clear, that first crisp wintrymorning. We have a prism hanging in a small, highwindow in our kitchen, and the sun's angle only hitsit at certain times of the year. $MYDAD called to me tocome see. Little rainbows sparkled all over thecounters and cabinets. "I don't believe in signs," hesaid, "but look -- rainbows."
Because it was Saturday, we followed our usualroutine. $MYDAD took our two corgis for a last trip tothe general store for newspapers and coffee and to seetheir friends. I watched them walk across the field,Dylan and Audrey running together and barking madly.Dylan could manage these little bursts of energy, butwould quickly falter.
The details of how Dylan's life ended are just toosad to share. We held him, we told him how much weloved him, he gave us many corgi kisses. It was thenso difficult to look at his lifeless body and knowthat moments before his glorious spirit had still beenwith us.
Our house seems quiet and empty now. Audrey looksfor him and follows us closely. Today we woke to thefirst snowfall, Dylan's favorite weather. It is allso hard, and we miss him so.
Later, when I can, I want to write about Dylan andshare some of my happy memories. We will create amemorial and make a donation to Corgiaid in his name.Oh, what I would give to have my precious Dylan backwith us again, but it's not to be.
Dylan was my once-in-a-lifetime dog, and I willremember him everyday.
$MYMOM in $TOWN, RI, with just Audreynow
:(((((
― GET EQUIPPED WITH (ex machina), Monday, 5 December 2005 18:33 (twenty years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Monday, 5 December 2005 18:37 (twenty years ago)
― ailsa (ailsa), Monday, 5 December 2005 18:39 (twenty years ago)
― howell huser (chaki), Monday, 5 December 2005 18:40 (twenty years ago)
― M. White (Miguelito), Monday, 5 December 2005 18:40 (twenty years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Monday, 5 December 2005 18:42 (twenty years ago)
― lauren (laurenp), Monday, 5 December 2005 18:44 (twenty years ago)
― howell huser (chaki), Monday, 5 December 2005 18:46 (twenty years ago)
― tres letraj (tehresa), Monday, 5 December 2005 18:47 (twenty years ago)
― Je4nn3 ƒur¥ (Je4nne Fury), Monday, 5 December 2005 18:49 (twenty years ago)
― Lars and Jagger (Ex Leon), Monday, 5 December 2005 18:50 (twenty years ago)
― GET EQUIPPED WITH BUBBLE LEAD (ex machina), Monday, 5 December 2005 19:00 (twenty years ago)
Still, I am so sorry for the loss. :-((
― Nathalie (stevie nixed), Monday, 5 December 2005 19:14 (twenty years ago)
― Allyzay must fight Zolton herself. (allyzay), Monday, 5 December 2005 19:22 (twenty years ago)
― jel -- (jel), Monday, 5 December 2005 20:17 (twenty years ago)
― kingfish crab trampycakes (kingfish 2.0), Monday, 5 December 2005 20:18 (twenty years ago)
― k/l (Ken L), Monday, 5 December 2005 22:48 (twenty years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Monday, 5 December 2005 23:17 (twenty years ago)
― tokyo nursery school: afternoon session (rosemary), Tuesday, 6 December 2005 03:24 (twenty years ago)