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Leave a bone for Hagrid (RIP) Passed summer 09
Nicknames:
Haggy Puddles, Haggy Poo
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Birthday:
August 9th 2005
Likes:
Being out side, sitting on our laps, playing, barking and baths
Pet-Peeves:
The cat, being told not to sleep on the bed anymore.
Favorite Toy:
The cat
Favorite Food:
The cat
Favorite Walk:
Anywhere outside
Best Tricks:
Chewing on the cat and not hurting her, giving the paw
Arrival Story:
Bought from a breeder in Long Island during a monsoon!
Bio:
I had the chance to take in my ex-girlfriend's pit mix, but didn't enjoy the idea of piss all over the house. Call me a rotten person I guess. Anyway.... when the chance came to get a Mastiff, I didn't want to pass it up! Hagrid was from old Mastiff blood lines and came witha face you couldn't say no to! He gave me the best years almost 3 years I guy could aske for! It was unconditional love from the start! He was my best friend and I loved him very much. I miss him every day. Rest in pace big guy.---- My wife sums it up the best...... ♥ Hagrid ♥ Share
Sunday, July 19, 2009 at 5:51pm
When it comes to most situations in life, I consider myself an optimist. I always look for the rainbow in the storm, the silver lining in the cloud and see the glass as half-full instead of half-empty. But it when it comes to my health and the health of my loved ones, I’m a realist: Don’t sugar-coat it. Don’t give me false hope. And, don’t bullshit me. Give me the facts, odds, statistics. Basically, just give it to me point blank.
So, when our beautiful 3 ½ year old mastiff, Hagrid, was diagnosed with idiopathic chylothorax, the vet made it seem like with a change of diet (and if that didn’t work, then surgery) our pup would be back to good health in no time.
This was not the case.
After reading countless medical reports, research papers, and first-hand accounts and after talking to other vets, we realized the harsh truth: There was no effective treatment for this disease.
The last thing we’d ever want was for Hagrid to suffer. He was diagnosed on a Wednesday and was put down the following Monday. In that short span, he had been heavily sedated twice, lungs drained twice, was on a few different medications, was poked, prodded, had blood drawn, had difficulty breathing and had trouble standing up. And it wasn’t going to get better. So, the decision to put him down was difficult, but the right thing to do.
Hagrid was the best dog anyone could ask for. He was my first pe. I remember the first time I saw him, I thought to myself "This is a dog? Hes the size of a small horse!" That first day, he tried to nip at my feet and slobbered all over the cute outfit I was trying to impress Anthony with. I thought hthe dog was nuts. Anthony said he was just excited to see me. So needless to say, it took me awhile for me to get used to the slobbering, the shredding and the fact that he usually took ME for walks (which led to me losing him on numerous occasions.) I’d get annoyed when he’d step on my feet with his razor sharp toenails, or when he’d have “accidents†on the floor. And, it used to drive me insane when I’d come home and find him longing on the couch or bed, with his slobber and hair everywhere.
But his love for us, outweighed all the bad. When I was happy, he’d jump, wag his tail and his face would break into a big goofy doggy grin. When I’d cry, he’d put his head in my lap and comfort me. I would pat his head and he’d look up at me with his big doggy eyes as if to say “everything is going to be ok.†When I’d be home alone with him, he’d sit by the door and guard the house, barking at every car that went by because he hoped that it would be Anthony coming home. Sometimes we'd sit on the porch together and wait. Both of us, jumping for joy when we'd spot Anthony's Jeep pull into the driveway. And, when Anthony and I would come home from a long, hard day at work, seeing Haggy jump up and hearing him bark from the porch was more rejuvenating than a large, hot cup of coffee.
Life is short. Take care of yourself. Take care of your loved ones. Take care of your pets. Cherish AND appreciate each day, good or bad. Don’t take anything for granted.
I took you for granted Hagrid, and I’m sorry for that. I always thought you’d be around. But, in our last few days together, I hope you realized how much I loved you.
Forums Motto:
Gotta love slobber!
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Dogster Id:
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