May 2nd 2010 5:27 am
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It all begun back in 1996, I was only three years old back then so never knew any better, we went into the pet store to buy goldfish and instead came out with a gorgeous little puppy. We didn’t buy impulsively, mum had been considering getting a Cavalier or Cavalier mix for a while and when we saw Monty, in his pen at the pet store we couldn’t resist, he was all alone and oh so cute, how could you say no? None of us knew the horrors of back yard breeders and puppy mills back then. We bought our gorgeous little puppy and left with him, on the way home he threw up in the back seat, we just assumed it was travel sickness.
Once we had taken Monty to the vets to get his shots they told us that he had a very special condition called Mega Oesophagus which essentially meant he had a pouch attached to his oesophagus which made him bring back his food, the vets told us that he may only live 6 or 7 years as his vomit would burn away his throat lining. They said surgery was strongly discouraged as the chances of him dying during it were very high, many would of given up then and there. We didn’t. Dad built Monty a special feeding table, so when he ate he stood on his hind legs.
Monty grew into a lovely dog and the best friend. He’d curl up next to me when I was ill and keep me company; he never ran off and would sit out the front while we did gardening. At first he used to throw up every time we went on a car trip, over the years he seemed to learn to control his problem. At times it would be embarrassing when we’d be at a pet fair or event and Monty would throw up on the ground, especially when he tried eating it again. Most people wouldn’t be able to handle having a dog that threw up a lot, or they would have made them an outside dog. Monty had the good life, he was allowed to lounge around on the furniture and had full run of the house. It never crossed mine, or my families mind to make him an outside dog, of course, we’d put him out if he’d been sick too much that day (when he threw up it was undigested food, it didn’t seem to affect him otherwise, we weren’t being cruel). We used to take him to visit our nan and she loved seeing him, he seemed to know to play gentle with her, nan had a soft spot for Monty and would always say, I wish I had a dog just like Monty, as a puppy he was a little terror chewing up everything and on top of potty training we’d have to clean up his vomit.
When Monty was about 4 years old he was acting off colour, mum warned me then that perhaps it was his time then, of course being young and naive I said he’d be ok, deep down in my heart, I knew it was true that he’d be ok. The vet said that he had a piece of food that had gone into his pouch and had become infected. He also had pneumonia. The vets put him on antibiotics and I was so happy to have my furry friend back. We took him home and he made a slow but sure recovery.
For awhile I’d wanted guinea pigs and one day, when I was in the yard picking grass seeds for the budgies I came upon a guinea pig hutch in the yard, I was so excited and ran inside to mum, she smiled and confirmed the hutch was ours and I could get guinea pigs. I was so excited. A few days later we bought home two lovely guinea pigs. Monty on the other hand, couldn’t stand them and wanted to chase them, he continued harassing them through the cage for a year or two and then one day, he calmed down and was fine with them, in fact he became fond with them and when I had the guinea pigs out he’d calmly sit with them.
We used to take him to pet expos and he won the RSPCA’s happiest pet award, the prize was a free entry to the RSPCA Million Paws Walk. We hadn’t done it before but thought sure, why not, it was about half an hour’s drive away; Monty was about 6 years old now but wasn’t really slowing down. We took him along and he loved greeting all the dogs and having fun in the fun events, afterwards we took him to an off leash dog beach, he had great fun and loved it, although he wasn’t keen on the water he loved romping and frolicking in the sand with the other dogs with his tongue lolling joyously.
Monty had a soft spot for our cats, when we first got him he and our old cat were best friends, but our cat was around 18 years old and sadly passed away when Monty was around a year old. Monty wanted to befriend our new cat but she didn’t like him, in the end they had a love hate bond, he like our other two cats. We also found my nan the perfect dog, she was a small Maltese mix that my dad’s boss owned, he said he didn’t have time to give her the proper love she deserved, nan fell in love and kept Missy. We took Monty to visit and it took a few visits before Missy warmed up to him, she and him soon had a strong bond and Missy started to find her confidence with other dogs.
Last year, Monty started acting off, occasionally he’d stumble off the cage but we thought he was stiff from waking up, after about 5 months he started throwing up yellow bile and had lost his appetite and was losing weight at a startling rate, we took him to the vet, I was really worried it was his kidneys. The vets ran a blood panel on him and said he had a higher enzyme rate in his kidneys, I mentioned my concerns about his kidneys and the vet said, no, it’s quiet common in dogs who haven’t been eating, I then bought up the fact he had been throwing up yellow bile, the vet said no, it’s nothing serious, most likely an infection, at worst he may need a kidney removed.
We told our regular vet about the results and he said that if he were us he’d go for an ultra sound on his kidneys, we booked Monty in for one and they said to come back in an hour and they’d call us if anything were wrong. We left Monty at the vets for an hour and had no call, we returned and the vet looked grave, she continued to tell us they stopped the ultrasound halfway through as they found Monty had bad kidney cancer and that it had all ready taken over one of his kidneys and the other was nearly gone, I was shocked and immediately dropped to the round and just hugged Monty, they told us there was nothing we could do and he had about a week at most left.
I decided rather than waiting around in misery for him to go to let him live his last days to the fullest, even if it may put a strain on his heart. We decided we’d take him to the beach, as he enjoyed it so much. We drove down and took him around, he was weak but I could see in his eyes he was enjoying himself, he even managed to play. He even ate some roast beef later. He made it through that night, sadly, two days later he wasn’t happy anymore, we had scheduled to have him put down that night but I didn’t have the heart, instead we took him over to nan’s. Missy greeted him and sniffed him and suddenly jumped back when she sniffed his belly, I believe she could smell his kidney cancer. Nan said her farewells to Monty and the next night, we took him to the vet, where he took his last breath. As they injected the lethal emerald green liquid into his veins, the last words he heard were good boy, we’ll miss you, you were the best dog ever. I stood there, stroking his ears weeping, as were the others.
It makes me think when people say they don’t want a rescue dog as they are some one else’s problem and that they’d rather a pet store puppy, when in reality, being a back yard bred or puppy mill dog, Monty had to live life with his oesophagus problem, there are many great rescue dogs, the reason they are there is due to the sheer stupidity of people. In my belief adopting isn’t just buying a dog from a shelter but in fact saving a life, which is what we did, we gave Monty the life he deserved, he now has a garden in his memory in our yard, he will never be forgotten and has touched my heart, I now know the horrors of back yard breeders and puppy millers first hand and will speak out for the voiceless, I don’t have any regret of getting Monty, I just have the regret of where he came from. Unless we get the word of adoption out nothing will change, after all, actions speak louder than words, may you fly free sweet angel.
September 15th 2009 5:45 am
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Oh Monty they say time heals all wounds, that may be true although I feel it's more to say time adds more distractions. My heart always aches for you. I wish I had of known sooner, that you were so very ill, I see a glowing sunset and the first thought is of you. You've blessed with Sheeba, a dog truly in need, although you were only around for 12 years, it feels like forever and our love is eternal, all though I don't constantly weep for you, inside I really do, with out Dogster I really don't know what I'd do, I'd be lost, I'd be crushed, such supportive pups through here, each have given you their heart felt blessing and many dogs have come to play with you. We never forget, we will always love, you are that sunshine, those lovely glowing rays, you are the rays, that lighten the darkened sky, you show me the way, with a heart of gold and wings as white as snow, you watch above me as I'd watched over you, I saw you from puppy to dog, every minute full of love, oh Monty, always know I'm thinking of you and bless you for sending me Sheeba. ♥
July 18th 2009 10:20 pm
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I have been tagged by my furiend, Delilah!! It's called "paying it forward". I am tagging the following furiends, and sending them a rosette, to keep the giving going!! What fun, and it's so pawsome to give!!
Here are the pals I've tagged:
June 19th 2009 12:14 am
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I got tagged by Fungi, I have to post what ice cream I'm like, hmmmmm caramel probably because I'm nice and sweet :)
Oooo I got tagged by Baci too!
Copy these questions into your diary and then tag 6 of your other friends.
1. What colour is your collar? - Black and white.
2. What kind of food do you eat? - Dog food.
3. What are your favourite treats? - Schmacko's, dried liver or lung and anything yummy.
4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other? - Hmmm I have a girl pup, Nimkyse the Husky.
5. Do you get Table Scraps? – Sometimes. Yummy.
6. What is your favourite toy? – My squeaky toy.
7. When is your Birthday? - June 8th
8. How many times a day do you get to eat? - Twice a day
9. Do you have a favourite colour? – Not really, Bol I'm a dog.
10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary? - Yep!
I shall tag:
6. Sanford Hawley
May 3rd 2009 7:15 am
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The photo of Monty shows the joy in his eyes and soul that all dogs deserve, Monty was not adopt, instead he came from a pet store and came with a pouch attached o his esophagus which made him bring back his food and water. The vet said if they operated he’d probably die but with it in there he might only live to 5 or 6. Heart broken we agreed to leave it in there. Monty used to throw up everyday and always after eating or drinking. We didn’t loose our temper with him and as he grew older so did the bond, he was a very quick learner and if I was sick he was there for me. He managed to control his problem and didn’t bring back his food. He was great on leash, didn’t pull, knew what was expected, etc. We took him to pet expos and fairs and to parks and rivers. He was an amazing dog.
He was always accepting of the pets we bought into the home. When he was a puppy he was friends with our cat Fudge, they’d sleep together and were great buddies. Sadly Fudge passed away of old age when Monty was young, we bought Tish into the home and Monty wanted to be friends but she swatted and hissed at him. Monty befriended my two guinea pigs as well who he barked and scratched at their cage for about a year. He could sit next to them and he’d just sniff them, the rabbit he wasn’t too sure about but quickly warmed up to. When Coco came he’d bark and chase her for two years then she stood up to him and he became friends.
When I was sad, sick, lonely or happy he’d be there for me, every memory is built with him, when I was sick he’d curl up next to me wagging his little tail. He was very smart and loving and regularly made me smile and laugh; he could pick up on every emotion.
When my nan got a dog her dog was aggressive to other dogs, when she first saw Monty she growled and barked but then after introducing them on neutral territory she quickly warmed up to him. He was her friend and they both loved my nan, Monty used o visit nan and make her smile.
I remember one time when my nan was feeling sad Monty picked up on her emotions and went to comfort her. Many times when I’ve needed that shoulder to cry on he’s been there for me, I could tell him secrets or just chat to him. After bath times he’d go crazy in the yard racing around everywhere, even when he was old he’d go crazy.
He loved car rides and all ways looked forward to it, he was older after a long day out he’d curl up on the back seat and go to sleep. He sure was a dog full of character.
He was a funny little dog, he had to have something in his mouth, it was like a comfort thing. I remember one time I came home and he ran and got a toy plastic teacup and bought it to the door, he also had a favorite toy, a plastic squeaky without the squeaker. The toy is in his picture. He also wasn’t really food motivated but he would do anything for a treat, he was a great learner often wowing the judges at pet expos.
Earlier this year he was off his food and was loosing weight but still ran, jumped and played, showed no signs of pain, also he was sometimes off his food. We took him to the vets, they ran a blood test and it came back with higher enzymes in the kidneys, I was worried that it was bad and mentioned my concern, the vet said no, it’s quiet common in dogs who are off their food to have a higher enzyme rate, we got an ultra sound done and before they said it could be a kidney infection or early kidney failure and they could remove one, I thought it would be something curable, as my best friend (Monty) sat on the floor with his big loving grin the vet said it was cancer, my brain immediately thought they can remove one kidney, he’s a fighter, then the crushing part, it had shut down one kidney, the other was being taken over and they couldn’t save him and he’d be lucky to make a week, I told the vet “well I’ll make his last days happy ones” the vet had a sad look on her face as she hadn’t expected cancer, let alone something this bad, she smiled and said Monty is lucky to have owners like you and mentioned how I said we’d take him to the beach as he enjoyed it.
The next day we went in the car to the beach and all though Monty didn’t have much energy he enjoyed walking in the sand and resting and playing with the other dogs when he got tired we took him back home, the next day he still seemed ok, the day after he seemed a bit worse, more tired, we were going to put him down but I couldn’t, not yet, I asked mum if we could take him to see nan and Missy, she agreed and when we got there he wagged his tail and then lay on the floor, Missy smelt his side and backed away from it, she could smell the cancer, the next day it was time, we made that awful last journey to the vets where the last words he heard were good boy we love you. If it wasn’t for cancer he’d be here, his limbs were free of arthritis, he had good eyesight and hearing and his pouch wasn’t affecting him and his teeth were good.
You might be wondering what this all has to with adoption, well it’s about how Monty was loved and had many memories and had people to mourn his death, many Monty’s are in shelters needing that special someone, doesn’t every dog need a home to be loved and cared for in? Never scolded and for ever loved? After Monty went we created a garden for him. What was once a spider infested weed pit is now a lovely lush garden, Monty was loved and for ever special, carry on the pride ad adopt or rescue a loving dog, some people are turned off dogs with disabilities but it might just turn out to be the best dog you’ll own. After all doesn’t every dog deserve a home like this?
Monty was truly a special dog and is for ever loved.
February 13th 2009 2:01 am
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I know what you're thinking. You think I'm dead. Because you cannot see me with your human eye, cannot feel me with your hands or hold me in your arms you think I am gone forever. You recall how I looked when I left this place and you cannot remotely imagine that I could possibly be alive in another place. You are racked and torn by the pain of our separation and it blinds you to that which is right in front of you...me.
How many times since I left your immediate sight have you been told that I'm dead and you should "get over it"? How many times have you cried yourself to sleep because you feel like an outcast, believing you're supposed to get over me because that's what people say is normal but somehow you can't and no one seems to understand? How many times have you put yourself through such excruciating pain because you aren't willing to consider that I am not, by any means, dead?
I want you to do me a favor and go back in time with me. Remember the glorious day you brought me home - was I not the most intriguing creature you'd ever met? Did I not make you laugh and giggle? Did I not look at you with such adoration that you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with me? I wanted this too.
Remember the days when I was in my prime and we did many things together. You were so proud of me! I was a good friend and I took care of you when you cried, were angry or felt down and unhappy. When you didn't have a lot of time for me because of your obligations, I waited patiently for you. I was always there when you needed me. Did I not look at you with such acceptance and patience that at times you felt perhaps a bit unworthy? You were never unworthy in my eyes.
Remember when age crept up on me, my bones became stiff and my movements slower. Still I met you at the door when you came home and followed you around the house. We'd been together for so long, I was your very best friend regardless of what you were doing, saying, thinking. Did I not look at you with such kindness and understanding that you felt overwhelmed? I couldn't get enough of you.
Remember the last time we saw each other with earthly eyes. You tried to be brave but I knew you were crying...I know you so well. Better than anyone else in the whole world. Did I not look at you with such pure trust and love that you yearned only to hold me close and keep me with you always? Did you not promise that you would love me forever? I believed you.
If this is so then why have you let me go by thinking I no longer exist?
Remember the depth in my eyes all those times I looked at you with adoration, acceptance, patience, trust and love. Who created this depth and love? Would the Creator diminish the song of our laughter which was created in the name of love? I am no longer an earthly figure, this is true. My body was only part of who I really am. My body would have been but a mere shell on earth if it were not filled to overflowing with my soul, my spirit, my loving light. When we met you thought I was cute, sweet, pretty and adorable. But what kind of relationship would we have had if this is all that I'd been? How could you have loved me if I'd had no spiritual substance?
We are all made up of energy which resides far deep down inside of us, it is our core, our soul, spirit and loving light. It is the energy that is all of life...it has no beginning, it has no end. It simply is and always will be and without it there is no life. You can't see it with the naked eye nor can you hold it in your hand, it is simply a certain knowing that this energy does exist. It's a knowing just as you know that our love existed on earth - you couldn't see our love in a solid sense, you couldn't gather it all up and confine it to one place. But you *knew* it existed. There was no doubt in your mind.
They demand you get over me, insisting that I'm dead and you'll never see me again because animals don't go to Heaven. Oh really? I'm here to tell you different. You were worthy of my love and undying devotion on earth as I was of yours. Do you really believe this love would be snatched from us *forever* by a loving Creator simply because I wasn't human? Was I not a living, breathing creation with personality? How could I have been so if I didn't possess the energy of soul, spirit and loving light? And if this energy is and always will be, then how can it be that I am dead? If my core is not of the energy that is all of life then I was never alive to begin with. But you know better.
You cry because you miss me, this I understand. I miss you too - I miss the belly rubs, hugs and kisses that we shared. But life does go on beyond these wonderful, fulfilling physical connections. I came to this place to live a whole new life, not because I didn't love you anymore or because I wanted something better. I came here because it was time for me to go to the next phase of my existance, something all living creatures must do eventually. It is the normal progression of life. I was not taken away from you because you cannot take away that which was never owned. My presence in your life was and is a gift to be cherished and honored just as I cherish and honor you.
Life is not simply about being born into a body, living a certain number of years and then dying. Energy cannot die. We are blessed with time in a body so that we can learn, share and grow. It prepares us for the next phase of our eternal life. The body holds within it the true life force of our existance...our soul, spirit and loving light. Without these our bodies would be empty, blank, void of feeling and expression. Without our energy we would indeed be dead and could never have experienced our love for each other.
You say that all you have left are memories. Not so. You see, when I took leave of my earthly body I left a little something behind for you. You can't touch it, hold it or examine it for what I left behind is far too uninhibited for confinement. I left behind a piece of my soul. I placed it right next to your own which is quite fitting as we were always side by side in our earthly life together. I love you too much to have left you with nothing but memories which tend to fade and grow cloudy as the years go by. I love you too much to have vanished without a trace. How selfish it would be of me to remove love and light from your life.
I understand your tears, each one you shed is testament to your love for me and I am honored and humbled. But don't forget the good things we shared - remember and smile. This is an honor for me as well. And when you need me I will be here. Close your eyes, relax, take slow, deep breaths and picture me in your mind. Shut off the world and your notions of what death is and give me a chance. Look for the subtle signs I send you. Don't stop being proud of me, I am a friend to be proud of, I am still your friend and soul mate. Don't memorialize the death of my body but instead honor and celebrate my never-ending life for it is eternal and forever as is my love for you.
Until we meet again...
February 3rd 2009 1:08 am
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February 1st 2009 7:24 pm
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My owner has been writing poems about me, here's two, she'll add more later.
Things aren't the same, I listen for the clink of your collar, the wuff in your bark, the gaze in your eyes, every little thing remind me of you, when are you coming home? We miss you, we miss you, just one more hug, one more word, the love for you is eternal, burning bright and forever there, we love you and everything seems not quiet right , the memories are forever rewinding and playing, they over come reality one more hug, one more kiss, we miss you and love you, good bye sweet prince, good bye
I remember the look in your eyes, such love and compassion, the feel of your fur on a cold Winters day, I remember the happy days the good and the bad, I remember teaching you sit, drop and beg, you were super cute and the judges at pet expos thought so too, you were kind and caring and loving too, you let me dress you up in hats, scarves and bandanna's, you were friendly and smart, in my darkest hour on the darkest night you will be my star burning bright, you were a friend to all who knew you, you were the dog who touched a million hearts, faithful and loyal and smart you helped Missy come out of her shell, not once did you protest or complain when yet another four legged friend came home, you proved them wrong, they said 5 or 6 you said 12 and a half, I say thank you my miracle dog, my heart my soul, thank you for touching the world.
On that dark night I will gaze to the sky, gaze to the heavens and see you burning bright, you heart and soul dancing merrily around the clouds, beyond the moon beyond the clouds you will be, but, whenever we need you, you'll be here in our hearts, we love you Monty.
I hopwe you guys like them.
January 22nd 2009 6:40 pm
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Yesterday I wasn't feeling too good, you see I wasn't really responsive, as hard as my owners found it they thought it was kindest to put me down. We went to the vet and they all crowded around me and told me good boy and that they loved me, of course they loved me, hehe who doesn't after all? I just remember shutting my eyes then seeing Fudge, my owners angel cat, and his friends and the guinea pigs and rabbits. It'll be lots of fun and if I miss my owner I'll be sure to visit, please take care of my owner :(, woofs and wags Monty.
January 19th 2009 6:13 pm
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On Sunday I went to the vet as I still hadn't been eating. The vets took an ultra sound of my kidneys and found something very bad. I have really bad kidney cancer, both my kidneys are practically just tumours. My owners were heartbroken especially by the fact that I only have about a week. But they wanted to make my days happy ones so they planned on Monday to take me to the beach. We drove in and it took 45 minutes. When we got there I had a nice drink of cold water then I jumped out of the car. We went on to a pier but I got scared so then my owners mum took me on to the sand while my own checked out the pier she the came down and played we me, we paddled in the shallows of the water then I was tired so I rested in the sand. Some dogs came by and I sniffed each one. I went up to a hyper lab and said hello, we then went for a walk along the beach. We headed back to the car and we drove to another beach where I saw a schnauzer and I said hello. We sat on the grass and got lots of pictures. We drove back and then I played in the yard. I love my family♥
Woofs and wags Monty ♥♥♥
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