Pet-Peeves: Not being able to go to the beach or play frisbee/fetch
Favorite Toy: Loves her 'pinky ball' and a close second 'Porky'; sadly crabby is gone :(
Favorite Food: Strawberries, apples, and cucumbers
Favorite Walk: Crissy Field, McCovey Cove, along the Embarcadero in SF
Best Tricks: She can shake, roll, and leap in the air
Arrival Story: I've always wanted a dog, but the timing was never perfect. Finally in 2002 the timing was perfect and I was so fortunate to have found Wrigley. She is the best ever!!!
Bio: Wrigley was born on November 11, 2002 in Bakersfield, California. Her mother is Clover a beautiful yellow lab. Wrigley was put to sleep February 13, 2009 in San Ramon, California. She will be soooooo missed.
it's been two weeks since our beautiful girl wrigley has gone off to a new adventure. But she would have appreciated all the love and good wishes from strangers. on many levels that is so appropriate. Wrigs had a way to make even non dog lovers love her. And its only appropriate that strangers send her much love. While it isn't hard, and those who have lost their buddy for sure know how hard it is, we are so grateful to everyone's well wishes. this experience has been tough, profound and an epiphany for me personally. While i've never been one to delve too much in emotion, I think wrigley's purpose here was to unlock that in me. I think her time, albeit short, had a purpose . . . to unlock many personal issues i've neglected for many years. I thank wrigs for that and while I miss her everyday, i have her memory of being such a sweet buddy and will see her when my time comes.
I now truly know why rollercoasters and me didn't get along. She started chemo last friday and she was doing well, but then over night she was a completely different dog. She wouldn't eat, wouldn't move, all she did was breath real hard and looked horrible. We took her to the vet and she had a high temperature and clearly having a bad reaction to the treatment. They got fluids in her and her temperature dropped. She started to wag her tail and even ate.
Seeing her when she got home was a revelation. Sure she could get over the chemo and be herself, but what happens when we start the other phase of chemo? Will we see the same fine for days then crash? My wife and I struggled over these past few days but always clear that so long she didn't show pain we would continue. We were in total agreement.
While we were in agreement that Wrigley is strong and recovering what dawned on me was we were seeing what we wanted so badly to see in our hearts -- Wrigley like the old Wrigley.
But last night as I saw her, I felt that I didn't really recognize her. That's when it hit me.
The decision was clear. Everything we loved and cherished in our beloved Wrigley has already gone. Her wiggling butt, her wagging tail, her incessant begging for treats, and her happy vibe was gone.
I am wracked with guilt because I know we could get more time with her and yes perhaps she could get over the side effects, but why would I be doing that? I feel guilty that by putting her to sleep now knowing she could have a few weeks or days more of ok days seems wrong. It's just how I feel.
But I know we are delaying the inevitable. She will die. I want to remember my dog, my Wrigley as she was, not what she is going through now.
While she is too young to deserve this, I have had the most amazing 6 years with her.
It was interesting, one day on my commute into work, I thought to myself, why in the heck am I writing a diary? I'm not a sensitive person. Was I doing it for sympathy? Was this a way for me to mourn? I think I'm doing it because I want people to know Wrigley. Wrigley is loved by so many and so many who know her are grieving and in a weird way, I take that as the ultimate tribute to who she was. So that is why I'm writing this, for her. I know she wouldn't understand it if I told her, but for me this diary is me telling her that everyone loves you and even strangers care.