May 9th 2011 6:30 pm
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Today would have been your fourteenth Birthday. Instead, it is your first at the Rainbow Bridge, or whatever heavenly cloud you choose to rest upon. Congratulations on being named 'Dog of the Day', this past Friday. It was such a thrilling surprise, and means more to me than most will ever know. Thank you to all our friends who have helped us celebrate and honour your memory.
We love you and miss you terribly. Thank you for visiting me in my dreams, my sweet Aero-Pup.
Love you forever,
Your big Sister
"No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth." -Robert Southey
August 2nd 2010 4:10 pm
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R.I.P. our beautiful Gem Fluffy O'Rourke (1997-2010). You are so loved, as much as you will be missed. We were blessed with 13 wonderful years together, but I'm greedy and that time wasn't enough. I'll see you in my dreams, until we meet again. I love you, little Aero-Pup.
Gem passed away peacefully at her Mom's house just after 6:00 pm. Like her sister, Smudge, Gem too was a brave wee warrior until the end. I'm glad I was there to hold her, kiss her muzzle, and tell her to say "hi" to the rest of the O'Rourke clan. I cannot believe you're gone, as your Corgi spirit is so strong. Tomorrow will hurt us even more. ♥
February 10th 2009 12:32 pm
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Happy early Valentine's Day to everyfur in Dogster and Catster land. Mere moments ago Sister received a phone call from Mom and myself. It was a hectic moment for Sister at the office, but she had to take our call of great news coming all the way from Louisiana.
Since December 14th, I have been on vacation down south with Mom, to escape the cold winter. Until yesterday we had spent the majority of our holiday in San Antonio, and various parts of Texas.
Back at home, Dad (who had not yet left for Mexico) Tux, and Sister received news of my rejouvenation. None of my arthritis problems were showing, and the warm sun had me running around like a puppy again! My family was thrilled.
However, all of this changed last week. Suddenly I began bleeding and throwing up. Weak and unable to move from the pool of blood I was lying in, Mom scooped me up and took me to an emergency vet hospital. After a multitude of tests, x-rays, and IV's, it was eventually determine that my weakened immune system was not allowing me to fight bacteria in my body. Where and how I got this bacterium is unknown, and at first was not appearing in any of my tests.
The important thing is that I have regained my strength, and was able to make the 7 hour drive to Louisiana. In two days, I should be well on my way back home to Canada. Once back and settled in, Mom will take all of my paper work to my vet.
Sister is so looking forward to throwing her arms around me and welcoming me back. I promise to never leave again for such a long time. That also goes for my presence here on Dogster, that Tux recently wrote about in his diary.
February 3rd 2008 6:15 pm
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It has officially been one week since our Mom and Dad left for their vacations, and things couldn't be better. It didn't take me long to adjust to life at Dad's house, once Tux and I got over that ear scratching episode.
I have finished taking my antibiotics, which were given to me as a precaution against infection, and each night Sister gives me my Metacam in wet food. I love this, as the wet food is followed by a scoop full of my dry food. Two meals in one, with a Glucosamine pill surrounded by bread! That's right...Not only do I look like a loaf of bread, but I also enjoy eating it.
Things seem to be going well with my pet walker, Tina. She comes to our house to take me out to the snow covered grass twice a day, whilst Sister is at work. She also gives me my morning meal at 9 am, which is unfair, because Tux gets his meal before Sister's drive to the office at 7:30 am. I'm crying foul here!
Friday was a special day, because Sister took the day off to play with us. In reality, she stayed home due to the massive snowstorm that fell upon us. Nevertheless, we all stayed warm and cuddled.
There was so much snow that when Sister took me out, it was a bit difficult to navigate my way out the front door. The snow level was on par with my back, yet it was no match for this arthritic Corgi!
Sister thought back on the days when the two of us ran in the snow together, and could stay out for as long as my paws could handle it. I took one mad turn in the snow, and chased after her. It was all I could manage at this stage in my ailment. We went back to the door where Tux was meowing his head off, like he was missing out on family fun. Sister dried me off, and coaxed me to sit down by the fireplace.
Last night, the All Fur Fun group held a kissing booth fundraiser in an effort to collect zealies that will be distributed as prizes throughout the year. Sister initially told Tux and I that we would have to sit this event out, due to our account only containing one zealie. However, this grim news turned to joy on Saturday afternoon.
Upon Sister checking her e-mail inbox, we learned that the families of Tiverton and SPIKE had very generously transferred and purchased more than enough zealies for us to join in on the fun. Prior to yesterday, they weren’t even my Pup Pals, so you can imagine how moved we were. Sister immediately began creating our kissing booths in MS Paint *BOL*. She spent all afternoon constructing them, and I think she will keep them up for Valentines Day.
Once again, our family has been touched by the extreme kindheartedness of the Dogster and Catster community. We don’t know what we did to deserve such generosity, but we will try not to forget it on the days we are down. Thank you all, our special friends.
Before I close, I would like to say a special good-bye to my clean-coated friend Missy, who will be leaving Dogster. Her page will still be up and I'm hoping that she will look me up in the future. Either way, she will be corralled in my heart forever, as many of you are.
January 26th 2008 10:57 am
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This morning Dad witnessed a battle zone, and Sister was promptly woken up to his shouts of "Get up! There's blood in the house!" This not what our family had envisioned our peaceful Saturday morning to be, with Mom leaving for Portugal today, and Dad leaving for Mexico tomorrow.
There were specks of blood on the front door, all over the washroom, and on the carpet in Dad's bedroom. I was hidden under the bed, and would not come out for treats or the sounds of the phone ringing or the vacuum howling. Sister noticed blood on my paw pad. She thought this may have been related to my torn ligament somehow.
Sister sat on the bed and inspected Tux. He just squirmed, with no visible signs of injury. My family's next task was to get me out from under the bed.
With my severe arthritis, Dad couldn't just pull me out. So, he and Sister tore the room a part. They pushed the king sized mattress up against one wall, and Sister lifted me up from the box spring. She took me to the washroom and inspected and hugged me, where more of my blood sprayed on her hand, the walls and tile floor.
"Its her ear!", Sister cried. Before I knew it, she carried me out to the car and cuddled me in the backseat, on the way to the vet.
I stod on the vet table with my one paw hovering over the white towel. Dad offered me a treat and got me to lie down. The vet (Dr. Benson) asked for permission to shave my blood-soaked fluffy ear, to get a better look at the wound. "Of course" my family said.
Dr. Benson put a cotton ball in my ear, so the noise would not be so loud. She sheered me like a sheep, and as the pieces feel on the table, Sister could not help but think of how Smudge's paw had been shaved before she was put to sleep. I, (of course) was trying to lick up the blood and fur pieces, while Dad's hands were covered in blood from knocking them off the table. The electric razor wasn't in much better shape.
Dr. Benson and her assistant placed a disinfecting liquid that would also bond my wounds together. The kitten scratches were quite small, but deep enough to cause all the comotion. Pressure was applied with gauze, and Dad turned away each time liquid was appliled from the needle tipped bottle.
After the bleeding had stopped, I was weighed on the scale. I was 26.6 lbs of solid Corgi love.
While still at the vets, Dad and Sister decided that I would have to be separated from Tux while she was at work, and unable to supervise us. I strolled around the hospital as good as new, and acted uncharacteristcally loving towards my family. $72.00 later, we were back in the car, where I nestled up against Sister's pajama clothed leg.
Sister placed me on the lawn to go to the washroom, and I limped around in the snow. I rolled around on my back and buried my face in the snow, so much that I looked like a ghost pup.
Now, I'm back in the house with my very red shaved ear. Tux is still very fascinated with me, but I won't give him the time of day. I used to play a lot with Kamara, but I'm getting older now and with my arthritis, I don't have much patience for six month old kittens.
I'm sitting underneath Sister's chair, and now she'll have to leave me to clean the scene of the crime. I wonder what Mom will say when she sees my ear.
January 22nd 2008 10:35 pm
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What a lovely surpirse; I was tagged by Spring! The following are five Valentine wishes, and the names of five tagged friends with either a Pawmail or rosette. Unfortunately, my family ran out of rosettes long ago, so I'm afraid each friend will have to be Pawmailed. I'm hoping that my friends will want to play along, by writing a similar diary entry and tagging five friends with a Pawmail or rosette, to continue the chain.
As you know, I have been quite ill lately. There is nothing more that my family wants for me than to be well again, and to see me be able to take one step without limping.
However, the one thing that I do not need to wish for is love. I have been given so much love at home, and via my Dogster page. I have received many special rosettes, gifts, and an overwhelming number of Pawmails! Even little Tux has been receiving gifts on my behalf. It looks as if Sister and I will be back to square one, playing Pawmail catch up.
So, here goes my five Valentine wishes for 2008.
1. For my loving friends to continue their support of me while I am unwell.
2. That Dogsters and Catsters keep their patience with me while my family repays the kindness and zealies that were given to us after Smudge's unexpected and untimely passing.
3. The dog sitter will be kind to me while Sister is at work, and my parents are on their vacations.
4. That Sister will give me a treat each night, before bed.
5. That someone out there will want to be my Valentine this year.
I will tag the following:
4) Petunia Grace
5) Hazel Lucy
January 17th 2008 7:16 pm
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I am not well. My sturdy Corgi body is now plagued with arthritis. I have always had it in the joints of my hind paws, and would often be taken to the vet to treat my problem. However, the arthritis has now spread to my front paw. It hurts so badly that I have taught myself to stand on three paws, and I lick it to make the pain disapate. Alas, the licking does not a thing.
Mom took me to the vet at 9:30 this morning, where I spent most of the day. Dr. Harding put a soft blue muzzle over my mouth, so I would not bite him if he touched a sore area. Mom told Sister that I just closed my eyes and tears rolled down my face. This made my family feel very sad.
X-rays revealed that the bones in my front paw are actually rubbing together, and this is what has been causing me to limp. The only thing I can take is more medicine (Metacam), and plenty of hugs.
When my parents go away on their vacations, which were unfortunately booked during the same weeks, Sister will have to carry me everywhere just as Mom does. This may be difficult, as I'm quite a heavy dog. At least I will be taking my medication in my food, and will have Tux to keep me company while Sister is at work.
Please keep this little Loaf of Bread in your prayers tonight.
August 29th 2007 7:30 pm
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I have been having such a good time at my Dad’s house that I don’t care if Mom ever comes to get me! Well, that’s not entirely true. I do love my Mom a whole lot, but I’ve enjoyed being here with my sisters and Dad.
Everyday human Sister has been helping me response to Paw Mail’s and friend requests. As a result, the O’Rourke clan has had a major boost in our Dogster / Catster presence.
Aside from the online realm, I’ve had such great fun playing with my siblings. When Dad was watering the garden, I played tag and hide-and-seek with Sister. Although I beat Sister fair and square, she managed to lightly spray me with the hose when I wasn’t looking. This was nothing compared to all the rainfall I was out in earlier this week.
While outside, one of our neighbours wanted to greet me. I was so excited that I jumped up on her pant legs, and left a muddy paw print behind. Sister and Dad were quite embarrassed, despite her telling us that her pants were already dirty. Sister said, “But not that dirty!” I didn’t mean to leave my paw impression behind on her once all white pants.
Despite this little mishap, I have really outdone myself in terms of my behaviour. I ask to be let out for the washroom, and I’m even trusted enough to go by myself. However, I did get a little carried away last night, and decided to trot away to the next house over. This cost me my nighttime washroom treat from Sister, but it was well worth it. After I came in from my getaway, Sister sat on the carpet and cuddled Smudge and I.
Now I’m just roaming around the kitchen, waiting for Dad to mistakenly drop a scrap of food on the floor. We’ll call it my makeup treat!
July 20th 2007 7:35 pm
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I wholeheartedly agree with everything on this list. In honour of our fur baby, whom Dad, Smudge, and I miss having at our house on a permanent basis:
If I Didn't Have a Dog...
º I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.
º My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.
º All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of hair.
º When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel.
º When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading through
fuzzy bodies who beat me there.
º I could sit on the couch and my bed the way I wanted, without taking
into consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get
º I would not have strange presents under my Christmas tree - dog bones,
stuffed animals, toys, treats nor would I have to explain to people why I
º I would have money...and no guilt to go on a real vacation.
º I would not be on a first-name basis with 6 veterinarians, as I put their yet unborn grand kids through college.
º The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down, come, no, stay, and leave him/her/it ALONE.
º My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or barriers.
º My house would not look like a day care center, toys everywhere.
º My pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an extra leash.
º I would no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L, F-R-I-S-B-E- E, W-A-L-K, T-R-E-A-T, B-I-K-E, G-O, R-I-D-E.
º I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside.
º I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog/cat ties them down too much.
º I'd look forward to spring and the rainy season instead of dreading "mud" season.
º I would not have to answer the question "Why do you have so many animals?", from people who will never have the joy in their lives of knowing they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to an angel as they will ever get.
º How EMPTY my life would be.
July 16th 2007 7:12 pm
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Yeah, that's right. My arthritis has been acting up again, and all before my Mom left me to go on her roadtrip to Prince Edward Island. I'm not too worried though, because I get to stay with my Dad and two older sisters. While my older Sister is at work, I get to spend the day cheering up Smudge. She might act like I get in her fur, but I know she enjoys my company. She has definately not gotten over the loss of our Brother, and I know she never will.
Back to my arthritis...It was so bad on Thursday morning that I was completely imobile. All I could do was lift my head up, and fail to stand up. Mom was so worried about me that she suggested not telling my older Sister, as to not upset her before she left work.
I for one was plenty upset. After Mom carried me all over the house in Cobourg, and drove me to Markahm, my first stop was the vet clinic. Whilst there, Dr. Sam gave me a cortozone shot right where the inflamation of my muscle was. Ouch! I also left with medication.
With all that discomfort aside, I am now back to my hungry hungry Corgi self. I want to run everywhere, and guard the food in the kitchen. My family is so relieved to see me back in my natural state. However, Sister did mention something about me looking older in the face. She'll just have to learn to face the fact that I'm no longer a young bouncing ball of fuzz.
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