February 14th 2011 2:30 pm
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Happy Valentine's Day!!!!! Angel Kisses to my family and all the furs here......
Valentine Treaties for the Sweeties!
Super Duper job, Sweet Amazing Grace.... I saw you are Admin. of the month at Christian Dogs and Cats. You're doing a Pawtastic job helping Momma Shawna, The Kirk Puppers and Baby.
Keep it up..half pint! Sending you angel kisses....Happy Valentine's Day little fur sis! Loves you...Angel Foxie
Mazy Admin. of the Month at Christian Dogs and Cats 2011
February 8th 2011 9:58 am
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Lil Bear's mom sent me this & I think it's so beautiful I thought I'd share it by posting it in Rinky's diary. This came from Rinky's diary.
Certainly explains how All Gma's Furs Kept Her going all these past 40 yrs. Foxie had the toughest Job of All... She carried Gma through a decade of very serious health issues. Now Gma can show little Amazing Grace All the Beauty of the Prairie. Mazy is showing Gma All the things that are down low or on the ground.... How much, we Never see...when we do not look up, down and all around! The furs have allowed Gma to continue to see pieces of the world through the same eyes that a young child has. Most of us have lost that innocence as we travel through life.
by Crystal Ward Kent
Copyright 1998 – All Rights Reserved
When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey — a journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet also test your strength and courage.
If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.
Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life’s simple pleasures — jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joy of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears.
If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information. Your pace may be slower — except when heading home to the food dish — but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field.
Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details — the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig. Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape; we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons brings ever-changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.
Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a screen (How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting the flicker and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life’s most important details slip by.
You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie — with a cat in hot pursuit — all in the name of love.
Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.
You will learn the true measure of love — the steadfast, undying kind that says, “It doesn’t matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together.” Respect this always. It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race.
And you will learn humility. The look in my dog’s eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.
If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will not be just a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be — the one they were proud to call beloved friend.
I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a path you cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go. A pet’s time on earth is far too short — especially for those that love them. We borrow them, really, just for awhile, and during those brief years they are generous enough to give us all of their love — every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left.
The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle now gray. Deep down we somehow always knew this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead — young and whole once more.
“Godspeed, good friend,” we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.
January 25th 2011 7:22 am
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The last week of January, 2011. It remains very cold across a Huge chunk of the United States. Us Angel Puppers, ask God to send a few nice days...As we see our Hoomans, struggling to push through...OMD! So much cold,snow,wind,ice and bitter temperatures....
Anyway, while we were Looking over All the new Happenings on Dogster and Catster: We stumbled onto Daily Diary Pick List...
I'm on the list again....Thank you, thank you HQ!!!!!
It's Nice to know Us Angel Puppers and Purrs are Never Forgotten.... Well, I'm off to work on my Valentine's. You know there will be a party up here ..... We celebrate daily, but we LOVE our special holidays !!!!! Leaving a Greeting here for
All the pups and purrs.
BTW- Miss Bunny is in charge of Games for the Valentine Party...She's has TONS of experience with Rotties Rule! She's planning away so we can have some NEW games.....WE just Love our Bunny, so much! We're so happy to have her here with us!!!!
Angel Kisses, Foxie
Song In MY HEART 2011
January 15th 2011 2:34 pm
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What a Blast, We Had...We Partied and Partied....Cake and more cake... All Kinds of Yummy Treats! Tons of Games.....Everything you can think of. We had relays,chase,ball,hide n seek,hole digging,swimming, hide the mouse, find the mouse,string games, climb the trees,stack the boxes and treat eating contests, too...
All the angel puppers and purrs had a Pawsome time, whether they had a January Birthday or not. We had oodles of prizes and new play things.... It was sssssssssoooooooo much FUN!
We are already planning a Birthday party for February. It will be extra special cuz, we have Valentine's Day in February.
I wanted to thank all those furs down there that wished me a Happy Birthday at the Bridge...Thank you so very much..It was Pawsome! Thank you for the pressies. I'm leaving some Balloons here like we used at the party for our game winning teams. Hope you like them????
Be chatting with ya'll real soon. Sending tons of angel kisses to Every pup, purr and human.
January 13th 2011 6:30 pm
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Hey,Momma: How ya doing down there???? I've been keeping an eye on you and the puppers. Precious,too! Kitty, isn't too happy you have another inside cat. After all, he was with us for 16 years...An a girl kitty...He is busy, pouting! I'm glad Mazy has another fur to play with her. Too bad, I'm not there! I'd jump high enough to counter surf with that black cat! So many storms....Sure having alot of really cold weather with tons of snow. All the problems with Papa's tractors and feeding the cattle. I see, it is going to be a very tough winter on the Prairie. Old Baby is doing really well, I see. Seems to have perked up after the food changes you made for her.
I know, you're thinking about me. Tomorrow, I would have been 17 years old. Well, I'm still 17, tomorrow.....but up here at the Bridge....You stay like a young pupper! So I run and play. I fly and do Zoomies all over the place...You can eat all you want and never get FAT,either! We are all trim and very healthy!
Well, tomorrow we are having a Big Party! It's for all the fur Angels with January Birthdays. We are going to have games like chase,tag and hide and seek. Dodge ball and softball. Big tables of All kinds of treats....So, Everyone will find their favorite treat... Last of all, we are having Cake! Lots and lots of Cake!!!! It's Angel Food Cake with all kinds of fruits! Yep, the Angels Baked All the Cakes!
Princess told me, she is having strawberries with her cake. She loved picking her own berries from your patch. She told me how carefully, she walked through the patch. Never stepping on berries, only picking the very ripest to eat. You didn't have a patch, when you had me... I think, I would have liked berry picking? I remember picking gooseberries, off those stickery bushes... Tootsie said, she is having peaches, cuz those were her favorite. Teddy said, he didn't like fruit! So he was having extra Cake! He's a guy! Why don't, they like the fruits and veggies like us gals???? I'm having watermelon and cantalope with my cake...those were two of my favorites. I liked all fruits and vegetables. Maybe, I'll splurge and have a little of everything....Afterall, it's a Party!
Gotta go,Momma! Someone just hollered for me to help set up for the races tomorrow. We have to mark off the course with some cotton candy, red licorce and gumdrops. The winning teams... have Gummy Bears for extra prizes. I heard someone say, we are having hot dogs and hamburgers off the grill. Just way to Cool!
No Snow Up This Way! Weather is always just perfect...Unless you go way,way, North of where, I am... All those Sled type puppers have Snow....Cuz, they are Not happy without Snow... The rest of us hang out a little farther south. Not Cold, but Not Super Hot,either...Just right!
Bye Momma..... Foxie Zoomies off......Singing with great gusto, Happy Birthday to Me! Happy Birthday to Me! This beauty is Seventeen....Happy Birthday to Me!
January 2nd 2011 2:15 pm
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Momma, I've been watching over you! You did very, very well in that nasty 2 day blizzard! I know those bad storms always made you so Blue....Cuz of, that S.A.D.D. stuff, when not enough Sunshine...Hey, the vitamin D3, the Docs put you on in the winter sure makes a difference! I wonder why," did it take those medical people so long, to try that????" Sure works better than that fake sunshine they had you sit by...
Anyway, some of us Pupper Angels ask, God if, He would send you some nicer weather. A little warmer and a little sunshine. If it had to snow, the soft slow light snow... So, the soft pretty fluffy stuff today is: compliments of us, Pupper Angels. We threw in a bunch of Angel dust kisses. We wanted you to have a very peaceful day filled with nothing but Terrific stuff!
I'll be keeping my eyes on you while winter continues to unfold.
Tell Old Baby to hang tough.... us Pupper Angels: Tootstie, Princess,Teddy and I are sending her strength to get through winter... We will do, what we can to shorten it up. Try and send you an early spring....By the time you finish your household fix-it projects, Spring will be just around the corner! We know how hard Mazy works to keep everyone laughing down there... She may be short-stuff but she's a dandy keeper!
Momma,We Love You,
Tootsie,Princess,Teddy and Foxie
December 29th 2010 6:37 pm
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The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.
Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go."
"Not without something hot in your belly." George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger.. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."
Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.
"You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.
"But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it.. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to
himself. So he put a new one on.
"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.
As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."
The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."
George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."
George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.
"None for me," said the officer.
"Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun.. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.
"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.
"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."
The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"
The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."
He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got.. Now put that pea shooter away."
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week."
George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."
He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out.."
The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."
"Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"
"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
"That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued.
"Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"
Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."
"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."
George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."
The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw.. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."
"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."
George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."
The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.
"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home to your family."
The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."
"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"
"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"
"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."
The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."
George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.
"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."
The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."
George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.
"You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."
George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus"
This story is better than any greeting card.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS!
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.'
December 10th 2010 7:39 pm
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OMD! I have The Bridge puppers and purrs are all in a Frenzy.... You see, I've been showing off alot lately...
I showed my furpals all the Stuff dogster pals made for me.
I shared the page updates with Pawsome Holiday Pics. I showed off, the fancy guestbook and cool music, I have. Especially like my Christmas photos.I was a Rottie and Nottie Ruler for week this fall. I've been a Daily Diary Pick a couple times... I'm still in charge of the big ball games up here. Keeps me pretty busy. I watch over and protect All of you every single day. I'm sure Happy the grandchildren still talk about me. I thought, they'd forget me. They weren't that old, when I left.
Now, I'm kinda a Celebrity Angel Fur!!!!!
Momma, I had a Big Group Cheering You on Today.... Could YOU Hear,Us ??????? You made it! You Did it! I don't ever remember seeing you shovel that much snow at one time?????? It was only
-2 degrees, raw temperature. Much colder with the very light breeze. I know the Sunshine, we sent, made it possible for you to keep going.... We're so Proud of You!
We're sure happy, that neurosurgeon, fixed you up this past January. You're doing better than you have done in 15 years.
Jesus said, "Keep drawing your strength from Him. Everything will be alright!" Merry Christmas, Momma....Makes sure you remember to pace yourself! That's so Funny! A Terrier, giving advice on how to pace oneself.... HeHe!!! I Never did anything half way! It was 150% or nothing at All!!!!
It was the 150% that caused me to break my leg, when I was four. I never saw that hole... my front leg found, as I raced across the prairie chasing Deer. Sure was a cool cast! I could run as fast, on 3 legs as 4, by the time the cast was off!
I didn't have angel wings back then. I flew through the air like angels. It was the bad landing, that did me in....I'm still the only pupper in your neighborhood who ever had a cast...Yep, I was always 1 of a kind!!!!! BTW, Momma- I sure miss those Christmas Sugar Cookies.
Love You Momma, Angel Foxie
December 6th 2010 7:21 pm
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Momma, I see you struggling.... You're gonna be fine. I know the cold weather is so hard on you. I see now, that it bothers Daddy,too. Baby tells me in her dreams that she is so tired. The cold is nasty and snow angels are a thing of the past. The steps are tough these days. I remember, when Baby and I bounced up those steps in a flash! She dreams of summer days, when we were young and played below the hill. I was the swimmer and she was the wader.....Either way, the ducks didn't like us playing on their turf! Those hens and drakes didn't scare us.... We'd barked at their ducklings.... They scamper into the cat tails...
We were just enjoying a summer day. We'd come to house and you'd bring warm water out to wash our feet. You'd sit on the steps holding popsicles while we licked away! I liked orange and Baby liked cherry.
I know you miss me even more around Christmas. I'd dig in the boxes while you unpacked everything. I'd help you choose which ornaments, went where. I'd sniff under the tree at the packages. Sometimes, you'd catch me trying to chew a corner off a package to peek. Baby and I opened our own packages on Christmas Eve. You had to buy two of everything, but different colors. If not, we would fuss about the toys. I'd try to take Baby's cuz, she was careful with her toys. I was squeaker crazy and a plush chewer...my toys always looked totally enjoyed! Baby would keep hers nice and clean, like new.(I wonder if that was cuz she'd never had any toys until you found her?) When my toy was broken, I wanted to play with hers. Usually, she said, o.k. and let me have it. When I was young, the 1st. year, I pulled the tree down by playing in it. I guess, I thought if, I could climb a 4 ft. chain link fence....I could climb a 7 ft. Christmas tree.
Little Mazy doesn't know what a Christmas tree is. I know you don't decorate much anymore. You and pappa are with the Grandkids. Mazy has presents to open. The day you have Christmas depends on everyone's work schedule. It's different but, it is still Good!
Can't imagine you putting up the 7 ft. tree with Precious and Mazy.... I don't think, it would make a day without ornaments and tree being everywhere. Yep, Old White Kitty used to help us make a mess in the tree... I found him up here at the bridge. He still plays the same games with me, as before. Sometimes, I win! How about that???? I guess, it is because I protected him from the outside cats. He could get into or under anything....
Down Home,he always won! I couldn't get under the loveseat!
I think, it is Funny that Mazy can go anywhere Precious goes except up a tree. I haven't seen her climb a tree. She's a big cat.... I think, she's to Tubby to climb! Kitty and I, whispered in their ears at night as they slept. We wanted them to be friends, so they could share the house with you and Papa.
So now you know...why all at once, they get along just fine....No fights, no tiffs, no stealing each other's food....
I see that they even play with each other now. Share the lap time,too!
Momma, tell Momma Shawna and the Kirk Pups: I am so Proud of the Christmas pictures, she made. I ran around showing all my pup and purr friends, how nice I looked by the Victorian House.
I even make a cute ornament. I was watching the other day....I see the coffee mug with my puppy picture on it: is in the china hutch. Hard to believe, I was ever that little? So cute, especially in my red and white striped sweater. Like a little candy cane.
Well, Momma the others are calling me....I better go, so I don't miss out on the games. I'm always in charge of softball!
I still play the outfield, so I can run with the wind!
Merry Christmas, Momma
I am always watching........
I Still Love You With All My Heart
December 3rd 2010 10:30 am
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It is so much easier for our furs to access fat or fatty foods around the Holidays. Please be extra careful.... We Thank Bandit's Momma for sharing the detailed medical side of Pancreatitis. The very last thing any of us want, is for our companions to be ill. SHARING HERE SO MORE MAY SEE THE INFORMATION AND BE MORE AWARE.
For those of you who don't know about pancreatitis, below is an article explaining it. It is a real danger for pugs and can be fatal quickly.
In pancreatitis, enzymes become prematurely activated so that they actually begin their digestive functions within the pancreas.
The pancreas, in essence, begins digesting itself.
Digestion of the blood vessels in the pancreas results in bleeding.
Other active pancreatic chemicals cause blood vessels to become leaky, and fluid begins seeping into the abdominal cavity.
The activated enzymes also gain access to the bloodstream through leaky, eroded blood vessels, and begin circulating throughout the body.
Pain is a major symptom in acute pancreatitis, and it is usually quite intense and steady, located in the upper abdomen, and radiating to the patient's back.
Nausea and vomiting and abdominal swelling are also common symptoms.
A patient will often have a slight fever, with an increased heart rate and low blood pressure.
Patients with acute pancreatitis are at risk of complications related to shock, a very serious syndrome that occurs when the blood pressure is too low to get adequate circulation to critical organs.
Without adequate blood pressure, organs are deprived of oxygen, nutrients, and waste removal and may not function well.
Kidney, respiratory, and heart failure are serious possible outcomes of shock.
Even if shock does not occur, circulating pancreatic enzymes and related toxins can cause damage to the heart, lungs, kidneys, lining of the gastrointestinal tract, liver, eyes, bones, and skin.
As the pancreatic enzymes affect blood vessels, the risk of blood clots increases.
When blood flow is blocked by clotting, the supply of oxygen is further decreased to various organs and additional damage done.
Other serious complications of acute pancreatitis include pancreatic necrosis, abcess, and pseudocyst formation.
Pancreatic necrosis occurs when a significant portion of the pancreas is permanently damaged during an acute attack.
Pancreatic necrosis has an increased risk of death and an increased chance of pancreatic infection.
A pancreatic abscess is a local collection of pus that may develop several weeks after the illness subsides.
Another late complication of pancreatitis, occurring several weeks after the illness begins, is called a pancreatic pseudocyst, which occurs when dead pancreatic tissue, blood, white blood cells, enzymes, and fluid leaked from the circulatory system accumulate.
Pseudocysts cause recurrent abdominal pain and also press on other nearby structures in the gastrointestinal tract, causing disruption of function.
Pseudocysts are life threatening when they become infected (abscess) and rupture.
Simple rupture of a pseudocyst causes death 14% of the time, but rupture complicated by bleeding causes death 60% of the time.
In very severe cases of pancreatitis, called necrotizing pancreatitis, the pancreatic tissue begins to die, and bleeding increases.
................................................ ................YEARS AGO MY AUNT TOOK TURKEY IN THE ROASTER AND SET IT IN HER CAR GARAGE TO COOL. MY COUSIN'S SMALL SCHNAUZER AND YORKIE CLIMBED AND GOT INTO THIS. (THEY ATE ALOT OF SKIN AND FATTY LIQUID IN THE ROASTER. BOTH OF THEM DIED) IT WAS ONLY AFTER THE FACT THAT THE FAMILY KNEW WHAT HAD CAUSED THEIR DEATHS. THEY WERE JUST FARM BOYS AND HAD NEVER HEARD OF THESE KINDS OF PROBLEMS. NO ONE EXPECTED THESE LITTLE GUYS TO CLIMB AND JUMP TO THE SHELVES WHERE THE TURKEY WAS PLACED. ABSOLUTELY HEARTBREAKING.....
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