October 14th 2009 3:10 pm
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We only have another 6 months until we get to meet so many of our pals, but guess what? Not enough of you have joined the group and committed to going!
DCMAGIC
Come on pals!! PLEASE!?! We're beggin' you! Come to Petaluma (could you think of a better name for a place to meet pets?! BOL) and lets get together!!!
If you want more information, drop us a pawmail!
September 26th 2009 8:27 am
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Yesterday at 9 oclock, Mom got a call on her cell phone, from a number she didn't know, so she ignored it. It was Daddy's boss... He left a message:
"I was just calling to check on how David was. I'm sure you've heard he was in an accident by now, or at least I hope you have". ::o
Mom rushed to the hospital. Daddy was in the ER, taken by bambulance, strapped to a board with a neck brace and all kinds of wires all over him, with tubes in his nose and arm. :-O:(
He has a concussion and lots of bruising and whiplash. He was released yesterday afternoon.
But, Trixie, our Roo Crew Mobile is totaled. Our special car we bought just for Sammy is dead... :((
We know its just a car, but it had great sentimental value to Mom... Just remembering Sammy riding in it brings her to tears.
It was his way of walking.
But, there are other Calibers just like it. We can get another one. Can't get another Daddy.:c9
Mom felt Bernie was watching over Daddy. It could have been much worse, especially had we been in there with him.
August 3rd 2009 12:00 pm
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A honorary member of our "Pack" has gone to the bridge.
Phantom has been an extension to our pack since he moved into his house in 2000. He has always looked like Grizzly, and as he got older and older, he acted like him, too.
He was rescued by his loving family in and it was estimated he was at least 2 at the time. That would make him approximately 16 1/2 years old. He was a loving boy, full of kisses.
This morning, I got a call from his Mom asking if she should give him is meds, because he couldn't walk and she knew she wasn't going to feed him before she took him to the vet. I went over there to see him, knowing it might be the last time. Poor Phantom was laying on the carpet, looking toward the front door. When he saw me, he didn't even wag his tail (and that was one thing he did a lot of). The pain or fear is his eyes told me this was it. We gave him our kisses and love, and hoped beyond hope that by some miracle, he would be o.k.
His Mom called before she left to go to Dr. Klingborg's office. I didn't know she was alone. I got dressed and followed her, and stayed with her and Phantom until Dr. K came in. His assessment, an embolism. Being as old as he was, he had no muscles to recover, and while it is survivable in a middle aged dog, it would have been selfish to keep him existing in the state he was in. His Mom decided to give him the gentle good-bye, and waited for his Daddy to come. When he arrived, I left to give them their space. And cried for the drive. Cried for the loss of my Grizzly over again. Cried for my Sammy... for my Bernie... for Phantom's sister, Sandy. I cried knowing his pain would soon be over.
And so it was done.
His Mom brought him home for his other pack member, Shadow, to say goodbye. And for Mickey, too. Mickey adored Phantom. They used to play so well together, but after Sammy, he was so very gentle with Phantom, he didn't play any more. But the ears went back in deference, and the tail wagged gently, until now. Mickey has lost another member. How we will miss Phantom's morning fits of spoiled rage if he didn't get to come over and say good morning to us, and have a few kibbles. His sounds, his nails clicking on the pavement.
Phantom was not ours, but he felt like it. And we will miss him as if he were.
Godspeed Phantom.
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