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The Thoughts Of A Cranky Old Soul (Even If I'm Not That Old)

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Diary Of The Day

December 16th 2012 2:26 am
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Oh look, Strider!
You're today's Diary of the Day!

Congratulations, my dear angel boy.



Birthday Wishes On Your First Birthday At The Bridge

December 12th 2012 2:22 am
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My feet miss you
I miss you
I miss you terribly

Happy Birthday
My grumpy
Growly boy

I love you
Your mom


Thank You, Dear Friends

April 23rd 2012 12:45 am
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I haven't been able to come here sooner because I'm still so
heartbroken over Strider's passing. I find it hard to come
here and see pictures of him so alive, yet knowing I'll never
have him here with me again. I miss him bringing me his blue
hamburger stuffie to throw for him over and over and over again
while I watched TV. I miss him following me everywhere. I miss
him licking my feet. I miss his cranky growl. I just plain miss
him, and everything he did, so much.
I want to thank all of you who sent gifts, comments, and paw-
mail. They are all so appreciated. And to those who set his
pic as your main pic, you touched my heart so deeply I couldn't
help but cry.
Thank you all for caring about my dear Strider.

I love you all-


Sleep With The Angels, My Dear Cranky Boy

April 1st 2012 1:38 am
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Strider's mom here-

As Strider's pals know, he had been sick with liver issues since last year then that horrifying stumbling, falling, going into walls 100 miles an hour incident. He got better from all that...but not better better. He never really got back to his normal. Little by little I could see things happening. Losing weight a little too fast - In October, when he got sick, he weighed 44 pounds. Even before that, he weighed a lot more. Friday, he weighed 31 pounds. It scared me to see him so thin. You could feel his hip bones and that little pointy bone on his head. He was always a good eater, but since getting sick, he didn't want to eat much. Lately I noticed little differences with the way he walked. He would pick his front feet a little higher than usual. Kind of like prancing. A couple of weeks ago, he was much more crankier than usual. He actually got into a mini fight with Redford and Keighty. He snapped at Forrest and Mick. He's always growled at everyone, but he never snapped. That lasted about four days. Then Wednesday, he bumped into me a couple of times. I really didn't think anything of it, but I remembered it. Thursday, his walking changed a little bit more. Friday, he was just way off. He was walking into everything. I had some bottles on the floor in the kitchen and he walked right into them, turned around and did it again. He refused to eat. (The day before, he had eaten really good for the first time in a while) I tempted him with all sorts of good things he loved, but he didn't want any. He didn't want water either. You know how you feel when you know something isn't right and you know deep down in your heart that it's not going to get right. That's how I felt watching him and it made me so sad.
So, I called the dogter and made an appointment. Good thing I got in right away. It's 20 miles away and during that ride he changed. He just stared into space never blinking. I put my hand up to his eyes and he didn't blink. I realized he couldn't see at all anymore and he was breathing hard. But what got me, is that when I was preparing to leave to the vet, I left him outside and he was walking around the yard, barking at someone walking by. He ran up to his toy, picked it up and walked around some more. He did all this when I knew he was having trouble seeing! I had left the passenger door to the truck open 'cause I had put my purse and a blanket in there and I went in to get something else. When I came back out, I looked for him and I couldn't find him. I finally went to the truck, and there he was all curled up on the drivers seat! I was surprised that he had actually jumped in there with his toy! I told him, 'Strider, how did you get in here all by yourself when you can't see very good?! You're awesome, dude!' He just stared at me. That's when I noticed his pupils were completely dilated. And during that 20 mile drive he completely changed from all that. Just can't figure it out...*sigh*.
Anyway, I wish I could come here and tell you all exactly what was wrong with him. I don't know. I'll never know. All I know is that he was in a bad way when we got to the dogter. I had to carry him in because he was a totally different dog than the one who had run to pick up his toy on his way to jump in the truck all on his own. With the weight loss, the vet suspected the big C. And in addition to not being able to see, he also couldn't hear anymore. Yes, I could've had lots of test done on him, but that wasn't going to get him well. The suddenness (three days) of this happening proved it was something that wasn't going to get better. I kept telling myself maybe, just maybe, there could be some medicine that could help him, but I knew deep down what I had to do for him. I had to let him go to end his quiet suffering. To let go of the little dog that was born in my kitchen to a little pregnant black stray I rescued from the side of the road that was lying in a hole. To let go of the only one of his litter who wasn't adopted that first day at clinic, that I decided to keep. To let go of the pup that was a cranky old soul probably from day one. To let go of the absolute best feet licker in the whole world (I will forever miss that with my whole heart). I am so glad I chose to keep that little cranky baby. I loved him well, but I can say this with certainty; his love for me was greater. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me.
Thank you for the nine years of love and loyalty you gave me, Strider. I will forever be grateful. I will forever love you, my wonderful little cranky pup. My heart will always miss you. My feet will forever be waiting for a good licking that will never come. Thank you, from the bottom of my broken crying heart, for it all.

Strider Elessar Coca
December 12, 2002 - March 30, 2012

Run free, well, and young again at
the Bridge, my darling boy.


I'm Nine...Yesterday!

December 13th 2011 6:18 am
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Yep, I turned nine yesterday. This time my mom
remembered, but didn't help me write about it
in my diary. She's always getting on here late
so today will have to do, I guess.
I think turning nine means I should start thinking
about changing the title of my diary or deleting
that last part!

We had a quiet burgers. That all stopped
when Redford had to go on a diet, but I can't have
that (delicious) stuff 'cause of my sick liver
anyway. The ones that could have burgers won't be
getting any 'cause mom says if Redford and I can't
have any, neither should they. I'm sure they don't
agree with that!

Thank you all, from the bottom of my little ol'
heart, for all the gifties, comments, and p-mails.

Love you all very muchly!


I'm Honored Again!

November 4th 2011 2:58 am
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Well look at this!
I'm a Diary Pick again!
This is so cool!
Am I now going to get caught
in the loop?
Only time will tell...

and I am feeling better!


I'm Home!

November 1st 2011 10:08 pm
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Mom's been real busy today and she couldn't get to my
diary sooner.
Well, this morning mom called to see how I was doing
and the Doc said, 'Come for your dog'. Mom said, 'OH,
he's ready to come home!?'
And I was!!

I am doing about 90% better! Which is ALOT! I can
walk around now without stumbling and falling! Praise
the Lord! I'm still a little bit wobbly. If you would
of seen me Monday morning right before we left for the
vet, you would have been shocked and upset like my mom
was. She decided that I should sleep in the crate Sunday
night so I wouldn't hurt myself and when she opened the
crate so I could come out to go do my biz, I burst out
and ran head first straight into a cabinet! I got up
from there and ran straight into the couch. My mom was
so freaked out that she started crying...again. I was
getting worse. Mom thanked God it was Monday and we
were headed to the vet right then and there!

Anyway...when she got to the vet this morning and they
finally brought me out, and saw me walking, she was SO
HAPPY! She got down and hugged and kissed me a bunch of
times. What a difference from Monday morning when she
had to carry me in! I'm still being a bad boy, though.
I still don't want to eat 'the food'. Mom went to the
store and got one of those rotisserie chickens for me
and of course, I ate some of that! Who wouldn't! She's
trying to figure out how she can make me eat some of
the L/D but she hasn't come up with anything yet. And
if you're saying mix it with the chicken...she already
tried that and I can tell which is chicken and which
is L/D. I'm a dog, mom! My sense of smell is thousands
of times better than yours!!

So, what it finally came down to, was drug toxicity. One
of the meds was to blame. My mom told the vet Monday
morning that she thought it might be that. He told her,
'We'll see.' Well, she was right!! Plus I was not eating
all that well and having to take meds on an almost empty
stomach is a recipe for something bad, but mom never
imagined it would be THIS BAD!

My mom and I want to thank you all for the POP gifts and
your thoughts and prayers. THEY WORK! We believe that,
and with so many thinking of me and praying for me, you
know I just had to get better. It was meant to be!
(But keep me in your prayers so I can get 100% better;
from my liver issues...and wobbliness!)

Oh yeah! I am a DIARY PICK today!! A little coming home

We love you all very, very much!
~Strider & mom~


Strider Needs Many Prayers Right Now

October 31st 2011 12:12 pm
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Strider's mom here.

Strider went in for a recheck Friday and his blood work
was a little bit better. I thought everything was going
well, then Saturday, he couldn't jump up on the bed. I
thought maybe he had sprained his back leg or something.
Sunday he just completely got worse. He's having problems
balancing and is stumbling. He's fallen several times. I
took him in to the vet early this morning and right now,
he's there hooked up to IVs trying to get better. He's
going to have to stay overnight or even longer. Not too
sure yet if it's a reaction to one of the meds or what.
It really hurt me to the core to see him so scared
wondering why he couldn't walk right. I cried all day
yesterday and I'm just a mess right now.
So I'm asking you all, again, to please keep him in your
thoughts and prayers. Prayers for a complete healing of
his body.

Love you all.


How I'm Doing

October 23rd 2011 6:19 pm
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Hey pups & peeps.
Some of you might be wondering about me.
Mom's kinda worried 'cause I don't want
to eat much of my food. I've lost a little
weight. She looked up what else I can eat
but didn't find much, except potatoes and
white rice. She going to look into it some
more later.
Maybe someone on here might have gone
through this same thing and might have
some information on what other homemade
foods are acceptable. If you do, we sure
would like to hear from you.

I sure don't like taking my pills but I do
it without complaining...even though my
mom has to put them way back in my throat
so I will swallow them. Yuck!

Also, I want to THANK EVERYONE who sent
me gifts, comments, and p-mail now that
I've been sick. Thank you for your thoughts
and prayers too. My mom and I appreciate it
very, very much.

Love you all!


Not Again.

October 11th 2011 4:18 pm
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Went to the vet yesterday (along with two others)
'cause mom's been worried about me lately. I haven't
had much of an appetite and I'm losing weight. She
was hoping it wasn't what I had when I was two, but...
it is.
My liver is sick again. The numbers are high. I'm
taking meds again and I have to eat special food...
expensive special food, but what can you do. Mom's
hoping and praying that I get better this time again,
but since I'm older this time around...

So, please keep me in your thoughts and prayers.
It'll will be greatly appreciated.

Love you all.

(I'm not the only one with a problem. You'll have
to read Cooper's diary for that one.)

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