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Silent Passing Liquid amber eyes Shine with trust As I cradle her weary form. Her silvered muzzle rests As many times before, Upon my open palm. My friend must go Beyond this life. How can I let this be? But,

So sorry for your loss, Pawpaw.... :cry: You and yours are in my thoughts.

Great News!!!

Tried to check it out, but was refused entry. Needed a password. :-?

He looks right at home on the table! On to the show! :D He's sure pretty enough to win!

Bravo to your doggies! What a scary thing to go through, but it sure proves that dogs have a good sense of evil intent! Thanks for posting your scary experience. It's a good reminder for all of us to be cautious. They deserve a special treat! :icecream:

I was in elementary school in the days of bomb shelters and school practice drills for duck and cover under our student desks (in case of nuclear attack). How ridiculous was that? My husband and I feel the same about the rush today for emergency supplies. There is no way that plastic and duct tape will protect any person from a biological agent, much less a dirty nuclear bomb. Just love the people you are with, watch for strangers, arrange a meeting place in case of emergency, and use common sense about water and supplies. We live in the country, have our own well, have wood, have a big freezer full of meat, etc. But even though we are in the country we are only 30 minutes away from one of our government's main computer and supply centers - in fact my nephew works there. The school I work at is only 5 short blocks away from this Federal Center. I would rather go in the first wave rather than survive to suffer. My perspective as a 50 year old can't help but be different than those of you still in the flush of youth. My thoughts and prayers go with you all as we live through these stressful and uncertain times. Pray that reason will prevail over anger.

You must be feeling [size=6]GREAT![/size] Sometimes it just takes persistance. Super Job! My hat's off to you! :D

Congratulations Corgi! It will be so much fun to have another "little one" around your house. I'm [color=green]green with envy![/color] :D :D

[color=indigo]Welcome to Dogomania, Luna[/color] :Dog_run: Loved your dog pics!

Congratulations on bringing Bacio home today! Give him a big smooch :buzi: from all of us here at Dogomania! Looking forward to lots of pictures!!

This touching story was originally posted on the k9-l mailing list... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I just got back from my Valkyrie act, taking all 5 dogs to the vet's for heartworm checks by myself. Of course, I asked for the first appointment of the day, to avoid the craziness of Saturday appointments. When I walked in with my 5, I was surprised to see a knot of people in the back room. The door was open. The vet still had her coat on. And I could see they were performing CPR on a large Rottie. The tech came out and apologized for the fact that I'd have to wait. No problem. Do what you have to do, I said. I can wait all day. They left the door open. Beckett stood and watched it all intently, never taking his eyes off the back room. Finally, a guy in sweats came out and told me what was going on. He'd been jogging through the parking lot when he heard a man he had just passed cry out, "Oh, no, Charlie." And then, "Help, I think he's dead." This man had called in on his car phone to tell the clinic he was bringing in his 2 year old Rottie, Charlie. Charlie had been vomitting last night, and this morning was unable to get up and appeared to be very sick. He loaded him in the car, calling the clinic on the way there. He got there as the tech was opening up, and left Charlie in the car until the vet arrived, since Charlie weighed 150 pounds, and he wanted a gurney to get him in. As the vet arrived, the guy went back out to the car to check on the dog, as the vet and the tech prepared to follow him out with the gurney. That's when he found Charlie apparently dead, and the jogger turned back to help them. When they got Charlie inside, moments before I got there with my gang, they found a faint heart beat and attempted to revive him. The jogger came out to talk to me just as they were giving up, after about 20 minutes of CPR. Meanwhile, Beckett never took his eyes off the goings-on in the back room. The rest of the gang were lying down or milling around, but Beckett was like a statue watching that back room. We had a clear view of everything, and he was watching it all. He watched as they rolled the gurney out to us, and out the door. He watched as they loaded Charlie's body back into the car. He watched as the group of people came back inside. The owner sat down in the chair next to me and put his head in his hands and sobbed. Beckett watched. And watched. After about a minute, Beckett quietly moved around the rest of my gang, and walked over to the man, and very slowly slid his head under the man's hands and hid his face in the man's lap. And then just stood there. That's when the vet and the tech and I looked at each other and all lost it at the same moment. Then the man lifted his head and looked down at Beckett, who still had his face hidden against the man's belly, and was still standing there as quiet as a statue. The man spread his hands and sat looking down at the back of Beckett's neck, somewhat bewildered, and then he looked up at us, with his hands still spread, as if to say, "What's this?" Then Beckett looked up at him, and kissed his face, and the man threw his arms around Beckett and hid his face against Beckett's neck and cried for about another minute. Then he stood up, wiped his arm over his face, gave us a little sad, smile, and walked out. No one said anything. Beckett walked over to the door and watched him leave, then he turned back to me, licked my face once, and laid down on the floor next to my chair. The vet, the tech and I just sort of looked at one another, and then began to weigh the dogs and get on with things. None of us mentioned what had just occurred until later, when the vet finished drawing Beckett's blood. She was kneeling next to him on the floor and when she finished, she put her arm around him, and looked up at me and said, "What a wonderful dog - he just took care of all of us, didn't he?" "Yes," I said, "He's something special. I think I'll keep him." And I think I will. They still don't know what Charlie died from. I feel very sad that such a beautiful young dog died so suddenly, and that nothing could be done to save him. Maybe from his spot at the Rainbow Bridge Charlie saw the small act of kindness that Beckett offered to his owner, and when Beckett makes his own passage to the Bridge, there will be a big, happy, beautiful Rottie there among the dogs from Magi who will be waiting to greet him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Originally written by Ginny Lunt <VLUNT@DREW.EDU>, HTML conversion by Farokh Irani

Bensam - I am so sorry for your loss. It has been a long and difficult road Ben has traveled, but now he has earned his wings.. :angel: My thoughts are with you during this difficult time. Even though it seems impossible now, later on your memories of him will only be of happy days...

A similar incident happened just recently to a coworker of my sister. She and her husband have three little Yorkies, spoiled beyond belief. Just by the merest chance on this particular day her co-worker had her mother come to the house to watch her 3 yr old son instead of sending him to his sitter - He had a bad case of the sniffles. In the afternoon, her mother saw smoke coming curling out from underneath the basement door. She felt the door and since it was hot she realized there must be a fire in the family room downstairs. She grabbed her grandson and headed to the neighbors to call for help. In her rush she didn't think about the Yorkies! The father was out of town on a business trip, and by the time her co-worker arrived all the emergency services were there. Once she saw her son was there, she asked about her dogs. Evidently the firemen had found two of them and didn't realize there was a third. "Would you please find my other boy?" she pleaded with one of the fireman. "I know he will be under the bed in the master bedroom because that is where he always hides!" One fireman stepped forward and said, "I've got a little Yorkie myself. I'll go back in and get him." And sure enough, he put on all his breathing gear, went back in, and rescued the pup from under the bed! He then performed CPR on the little guy-saving his life! The fireman was on our local news! He said, "I just did what I knew was right to do!" She was so relieved and happy. They figure something happened that caused a major surge in their electrical service. Every electric outlet in the house had flash burns coming out. It will be 8 months before they can live in their house again, but everyone is safe! Great things DO happen!

So sad... :( It is hard to read this so early in the morning. Maybe I should just read the sad posts later in the day. :cry:

Daisymom - It is always an agonizing decision to end a beloved pet's suffering. You asked about people's experiences. I have always had my dog's or cat's body returned to me. I always stay with them throughout the PTS process. My voice and my hand should reassure them as they pass over. That is my obligation to them. Then after crying my eyes out (vets do understand!) I wrap the remains in a blanket or towel and take them home. We have always buried our pets in our yard with their favorite things and marked the grave with a small shrub, tree, or marker. I have had pets cremated before (in the winter) and have placed their ashes in a container in storage area to hold until the spring thaw for burial then. I have not saved the ashes in a decorative urn for display, but I know others who have. My thoughts are with you during this difficult time. Do what is best for you and your family. I know you will give Trixie all your love during the week ahead, as she has done for you for 16 years. :cry:

:lol: :lol: :lol: Thanks for the cartoons! A good chuckle for a Friday!

Eric - I liked your piece. I attempted to send you a private message, but not sure it got through!

An acquaintance of my husband's stopped by with his two rescued grayhounds one day a couple of summers ago. They had their heads hanging out of the SUV window and were friendly (our dogs were inside the fence, and very curious). We asked him about the dogs. He said really loved them and was amazed by their speed. He put up a tall fence all the way around his house so they have a place to run and he takes them out to a friend's field every so often. I was surprised when he said, "Well, when they run, they're like lightning, but the rest of the time they are the most laid back dogs I've ever seen! COUCH POTATOES TO THE MAX! He said when he arrives home he finds them on the couch. They manage to give him a feeble "oh hi!" look before going back to sleep. Very elegant looking dogs. :D

Aw-w-w.... What beautiful boys! How is Hercules doing? Hopefully it was a little nip that didn't break the skin. You're right! Owners of dog agressive dogs should have their dogs under control or exercise them somewhere else. Sadly, many don't, so it seems to be up to the conscientious owner to watch out for the other dogs. Like driving defensively during bad weather - the accident usually comes at you from the other driver! Love your dogs!

I have 2 dogs and 2 cats all neutered or spayed and all inside animals. Here is the order of their arrival: First to arrive was 6 month old Paisley, my tortoiseshell "evil" cat. She took to Bear (my husband's chow/lab mix - no longer living) - cause he was an old guy and she could run rings around him. He had no previous experience or opinion about cats at all. Paisley used to sneak up on him and chew his toenails; he would get a longsuffering expression on his face. Next on the scene was 9 month old Max, my rottie. He accepted the arrangement with Bear and Paisley because the routine was firmly established between the two of them. Bear looked out for Paisley in a wierd way; whenever Max wanted to chase Paisley, Bear would just put his body in between Max and Paisley without directly looking at Max. Max would go away. Ashly, our smoke gray fluffy cat, was 6 months old and the next to arrive. She upset the applecart because Paisley absolutely detested her on sight. So when she and Ashly would spat over dominance issues (Bear had passed away by this time) Max would involve himself and pursue them all over the house. Much barking and hissing. It took about 2 months for the situation to settle down after Ashly's arrival. Wiley, our first saint was next to arrive, he didn't have a lot of impact on the household. He just flat out wasn't interested in their petty squabbles. We rescued him from a horrible situation and he had a lot of his own "baggage" to deal with. After his untimely demise, I vowed never again to have another saint, but about 6 months later we adopted Ben (almost a year old) from a rescue organization near Chicago. He was interested in the cats, but not in an aggressive way. Max and he hit it off right away. The two dogs have an occasional mild dominance issue, usually initiated by Max the rottie. Every so often there will be a cat chasing festival usually brought on by the arrival of a stray mouse getting inside the house. Cats see mouse-chase mouse-dogs see cats run-dogs chase cats. We introduced them to each other with a hand on the dogs' collars and with the cats loose, with lots of petting and reassurance. Before a new cat came in the house, we would temporarily shut the dog/dogs in the bedroom. That way the cats could get a good sniff around, get the lay of the land, and scope out the high ground. Then we would let the dogs out under our control to meet them. This is what worked for us. I'm not sure what the experts would say. :D

Well, it sounds like Luka will take care of that excess food on his own! :o :lol: :lol: :lol:

:o Too funny - but not funny when you're going through it! My niece has a beagle mix who ate their couch cushion, he suffers from separation anxiety. She works at home too, but it didn't save her couch! We have had a chewer! Yogi would chew on anything made of wood. Let's see, he chewed 4 kitchen chairs so badly they had to be thrown away, he chewed the decorative legs of two wing backed chairs, the chewed the woodwork at the base of two separate doorways, he even chewed the front edge of a wooden step. He was adopted from a shelter and I think had not gotten enough to eat at his previous "home". He ate plenty, but had developed a taste for wood and a habit of chewing. :evil: Ben our saint went through a "little" separation anxiety when we first adopted him. He broke through a big screen window and jumped a tall chain link fence when we went to the store to get some dog supplies (why one of us didn't stay home I just don't know...stupid, stupid, stupid). We got back and were frantic with worry. About one hour later we got a phone call from our neighbor that he stopped by to visit. What a relief! To this day, he continues to want to be where his people are. He has broken through a total of 6 screens so far. I've gotten pretty good at rescreening. We have to close windows when we are away for any length of time. Another horror story is having a very sick saint. When our first saint went into his decline due to nerve damage in his back he couldn't keep anything down. It was truly horrific. He threw up over and over until I thought I would lose my mind. After his sudden demise I vowed never to get another saint. Of course I have Ben now, but he is a healthy guy. Wiley was a rescued dog and was unwell from the very beginning. Poor fella.. :cry: Other than the above I've been pretty lucky!

Hmm! Was Luka in the room for only two minutes? If so, it's doubtful he could have consumed enough to hurt him. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Put the food where he can't get to it. We keep our "kibble" in our laundry room in a secure rubbermaid container. Out of our boy's reach. Hope your guy is ok! :)

Courtnek writes: [quote]I lived in a town house at the time, and when he was a puppie we confined him to the kitchen (tile floor) during housebreaking.... He decided he wanted out one day, couldnt get past the gate, so chewed up the side of the cabinet on the floor...(he had chew toys in there) chewed up enough of it that he could squeeze by the gate and get out.....[/quote] Oooh! I bet that was fun to come home to. :roll: We once had a very large yellow dog named Yogi who chewed up 4 kitchen chairs and all the woodwork at the base of two doorways. He was adopted from our local shelter and this was his only bad habit. He would look right at you, turn his head sideways to clamp onto the wood, roll his eyes and start chewing! :o