February 5th 2010 7:10 am
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Lucie passed away early yesterday morning in bed as peacefully as was possible.
A week ago Monday, she had her regular checkup and besides a growth on her ear was reported in good health. Quickly after she got sick. Really sick. She was refusing all food. Drinking much more. Having trouble walking - escalating in not being able to walk at all. Not being able to hold her pee. Sleeping even more than usual.
On Wednesday she had a full body ultrasound. Wednesday night we found out she had: an insufficient heart valve, enlarged pulmonary hypertension, fluid around the heart, lung cancer, pressure on the ribs, enlarged kidneys, a lump in her bladder, and was in cardiac arrest.
That night she ate a little chicken. She got hugs and a belly rub. Over night, she had an episode, which I think was a heart attack. I calmly pet her and she moved to one of her positions in bed. I told it was okay to let go and within two hours she did.
I want to thank everyone personally who sent prayers, rosettes, and well wishes. I'm afraid I'm going to be unable to, though. As some of you may know, I'm battling ovarian cancer. I had my chemo on Wednesday and it makes me unable to concentrate on anything or sit still. Being on the computer is very hard under those circumstances alone, but I do want to let you each know how appreciative I am for your wishes and notes.
September 26th 2009 6:02 pm
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So, it's been a while! The rest of July after Independence Day was great - the weather was so nice, for any time of the year, but especially for July. I laid in the yard or on the chaise lounge BEFORE I ate, that's how nice it was.
August was just horrible though. Hot. Humid. No weather to lay outside. No way. But that doesn't mean I furgot about it. September's been hit and miss. Some days the temp is nice, but there's no breeze or it's humid. Other days it's in the 80s... But it's September! Finally this week I couldn't stand it anymore and I tried to jump up in the chaise, even though it was soaking wet from the downpours earlier in the morning. The last couple days have been more like it, and I've taken a quick lay in the yard in the morning.
Yesterday afternoon I went out to poopy and after I was done I laid down. What my Trista later told me is that no more then 10 feet away by a tree there was a kitty laying in a ball watching my every move. (We don't have a kitty!) We stayed that way for a bit and my Trista was finally going to go in to get the camera, but the kitty heard the door and it scared her and she jumped over the fence and ran across the road. I never saw any of this. My Trista may be pulling my leg.
Today, the town next to us had their annual townwide garage sale. It takes ALL day to go through, and that's only stopping at a portion of them. It's big! Me and Lottie were very good girls! We slept most of the day. I used to have mixed feelings about garage sales - I'd sit on my Trista's lap in the front passenger seat, Lottie in her "car seat", and my Mommy driving. I'd get presents at the end of the day, but I couldn't get a good nap with my Trista constantly getting in and out and lifting me up and putting me down on the seat.
Since then, I've decided I'm a big girl and can sit in the back. (Lottie's seat is between the front and back so I'm not totally alone.) I get the whole bench seat to myself and a pillow to lick my paws on. I sleep so good!
So good that when my Trista came to take me out at one of the sales, she had to pull and pull. I couldn't wake up. My Trista saw this large Shih Tzu...maybe it was a Lhasa. When she got up near the guy, she overheard two ladies ask him if it was a Lhasa, he said "No, he's a Shih Tzu." "Oh, he's so big!" as they then descended upon him to pet him. They talked a little more, and the guy jokingly said, "Yeah, he's a misfit. He'll be a year in Decemeber!" My Trista said, "Well, I got you beat. I have a 25 lb one in the car!" That made both of them feel good, because we now knew another big Shih Tzu. That's when she tried to get me out to show me to him and his wife, but all I wanted to do was sleep, so I'll sleep in my Trista's arms, that's fine. But then the wife goes, "Oh look! You have to bring her over! Look, she could be your little sister!" (Me? Anyone's little sister? Neat!) We agreed he was just tall and long and I was just big chested. Neither of us are fat. :)
My Trista put me down. Neat! Nice grass! Sniff sniff. Tug tug. Oh that's not why you put me down?? Hey look, a dog! And I rushed him! I wanted to go sniff him right in his face. My tail was wagging so big. He grred softly at my strong approach. I got a good sniff of his butt and when I turned around, he returned the favor. Then he went to his daddy and I peed on their lawn. BOL. I got a nice petting from the lady, then lifted back into the car, and right back to sleep. I don't remember any of this. My Trista may be pulling my leg.
July 12th 2009 11:55 am
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My ideal day is intermittently napping and watching people...with a ride and some treats thrown in for good measure. Ride aside, the Fourth of July is just a perfect day for me, especially when the weather is as good as it was this Fourth.
My ideal dogs are those who go home to a different home than me. Like Bella and Louie. Bella is the puggle next door and she likes me and Lottie lots. I don't think Lottie's noticed her yet, but I go to the fence everyday looking for her. She'll stick her head through and I'll try to get her to follow me. Then, that's enough of her and I walk away. Bella liked us so much this week that she dug under her fence to visit us. But we weren't out. So she left us a message that we "read" the next day. We both left her replies. But she must be like us and doesn't always get to her mail in a timely fashion, so we just keep leaving her messages in the same spot. :o)
Yesterday we got to meet our neighbor who lives next to us on the other side (but the county road separates us.) He's Louie, a beagle. Louie has an eye for one of us. It must be me ;o) When we went out yesterday, he stuck his head through his fence and howled to us, uh, ME. And so my Trista carried me over to our fence so he could see me better. I didn't see him, I was watching the cars go by. His daddy brought him over to the fence and I tried to get him to follow me along the fence, but he was on his leash. I thought he was playing hard to get, so I laid with my back to him, but sneaked watches of him over my shoulder.
Lottie may be becoming the social butterfly with people visitors, but I'm still the cat's meow to other doggies.