Likes: Going to the dog park and rides in the car, licking Cooper and Keighty's ears (JRTs must taste mighty good) LOVES WHIPPED CREAM!
Pet-Peeves: Loud noises, people yelling, being tickled. Can't trim his nails because he can't stand his feet being handled.
Favorite Toy: It used to be his "Squeaky Lion" but that's long gone. Now he likes any toy that he and Keighty can rip apart playing tug o' war.
Favorite Food: Human food (not too much), Marrowbone (morning treat) and dogfood. LOVES the occasional homemade whipped cream.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere we walk, following close behind, walking around the dog park
Best Tricks: Sit, go around, down, roll over, shake hands, kiss
Arrival Story: We adopted Redford from a rescue group when he was 3 months old. He came from a reservation where, usually, life can be hard for a pup. He wasn't in the best of health when we got him. Good food and visits to the vet made him all better. Thanks, Andrea, for rescuing him, his siblings and his mom. Without you, we wouldn't have such a wonderful family member.
Bio: Former therapy dog. He used to visit nursing homes. They loved him.
He protects our smaller dogs when at the dog park.
He likes everybody he meets and everybody that meets him, adores him. He is just the sweetest dog. We love him to death. He's the best!
It is with a heavy broken heart I come to tell you that I had to let
Redford go Monday morning. He let me know that he couldn't go on anymore.
Ever since I found out May of last year that he had liver cancer, I knew
this day would come. I was preparing for it, but many of you know, you're
never ready. My heart, my soul, my mind - everything that is in me is
filled with grief, but I know I had to do this for him.
I'm a night owl. Always have been. Monday morning about 5, I was in the
kitchen doing something before finally going to bed. Redford always follows
me in there even if I tell him to stay in his bed. It bothered me that he
had to get up every single time instead of resting, which I wanted him to
do because he had a hard time getting up lately. He didn't want to miss
getting a piece of whatever I might be eating. Such a chow hound. I wasn't
eating, but I always find a little something to give him. This time it was
a little piece of pie crust. I turn around to the sink and then turn back to him
and I see blood on the floor. I let out a scream and say, "Redford!!" He's
bleeding from his nose. This is so sudden. I'm scared. I reach for several
paper towels to clean him and there's so much blood. My heart is in my
throat. A couple months before, he had a nose bleed, but nothing like this.
He sneezes and it goes all over - the floor, the cabinets, on me. I'm
thinking I need to get him to a vet but none are open yet. I yell to my
daughter to get me lots of rags and to help me hold them to his nose while
I get dressed and figure out what to do. When I get back, he's sneezed
again and she has blood all over her, too. Most of the rags are full of
blood. She's completely freaking out...and crying...so am I. I take over
and hold a rag to his nose and it finally stops bleeding. I'm talking to
him and scritching him and he falls asleep for a little while. I tell her
to sit with him so I can make some calls. It's about 6:45. I finally get
someone at Petroglyphs Animal Hospital, but they won't be open 'til 7 and
there won't be a doctor in 'til 7:30. Relief. I start getting him ready
to go and I can tell he's gotten weak. He's having trouble walking. I
put him in the truck and leave. This is going to be a tough drive. I know
what's coming and I'm dreading it. I start thinking maybe they can help
him. Maybe this is not IT. He's been doing okay...but then reality kicks
in and I know in my heart that this is probably THE something that they
won't be able to bring him back from...
I was right. The liver is one of the organs that helps blood to clot. Since
Redford's was compromised by the cancer, his blood wasn't clotting like it
should. It was traumatic to see him bleed like that and I know I didn't
want him to go through that ever again. He was ready and I had to make
myself ready to let my precious beautiful boy go. I told him all the things
I needed him to hear. How much I loved him and so, so many other things I
felt about him. I hugged him so hard and cried so hard when he was leaving.
Now I am without my Redford and I feel empty, but one thing that gives me
a little comfort is knowing that I did everything I could to help him
through his illness while he was here in our little world.
I'm going to take a break from dogster/catster for a few days. It's hard
for me to get on here right now. I don't think I'll even get on the computer
at all. Sorry if I miss some birthdays and gotcha days. I'm okay. I just
need a little break.