Little CoCo Puff ♥2001


Pomeranian
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Home:Stony Plain, AB, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 12 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 1-10 lbs


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Nicknames:
Girlfriend, Sport, Crazed Animal, Puffer

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
October 25th 2001

Likes:
Playing indoor soccer, rolling side to side, having her picture taken, hoards the toys and doggie naps.

Pet-Peeves:
She is not real keen on car rides. Doesn't like to get her paws wet or her teeth brushed-oh no here we go again!

Favorite Toy:
Her black and white mini soccer ball and any toy that China is playing with.

Favorite Food:
Her favorite num-nums are cheese, popcorn, cheezies and ice cream - vanilla!! She'll start her diet on Monday!

Favorite Walk:
On the walking trails in my hometown. She also loves when we go to Jasper National Park (the mountains).

Best Tricks:
She keeps my cat Lucky off the area rug by patrolling the borders! CoCo lets me know it is time to play by putting the soccer ball in her mouth and pushing it into you leg.

Arrival Story:
Sad but true, mom had a Pom before my arrival. Her name was Chipper Yukon and she was purchased from an unreputable source and had many health issues. She eventually died on the operating table. Second time around mom was much smarter and her search lead her to me, Little CoCo Puff - a delightful 4 pound ball of fluff. Mom just loves Pomeranians and because she is home all day I am the perfect companion. I am so glad mom is a part of my life!

Bio:
Unlike Chipper Yukon, I am in exceptional health. I am only 4 pounds but I am solid like a tank. I play a lot of indoor soccer and that keeps me in top physical condition. I must say I have the most exuberant personality and a good dose of attitude which makes me a delight to have around. Mom sometimes calls me a ham bone - is that good?. I love to play so don't get me started because mom says I can be a handful. Good things come in small packages and I am proof to that.

Forums Motto:
I have a soccer Mom!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Selegiline for doggie cognitive disorder

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 16th 2007 More than 7 years!

Rosettes Given In The Past Month:
Coco


Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
500107


Meet my family
China
06/14/2001 -
05/28/2011
Lucky Kitty
1994-2012
PrinceMiss Ruby

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Little CoCo Puff's Stories of Life!


Love Never Dies

March 28th 2014 6:03 am
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My body is getting so weak and mom is so sad. After my vet visit on Tuesday to have my cortisol levels checked I came home. I was bushed from being poked with needles and wasn't hungry. Mom noticed that I wouldn't shake myself like dogs like to do. When I would start to shake myself and move my head, I would stop. I even let a whine trying to shake the snow off my back. I just stayed quiet for the rest of the evening.
On Wednesday things were no better for me - I am just going through the motions with no real purpose. By the time the vet phoned in the late afternoon with results from the cortisol test my mom said she made a decision. I heard mom and the doctor exchange information. Mom tried to feed me several times that day and tried a variety of food - not interested.
Mom seemed different, so sad and not saying much. She put me on the sofa on my white fleece blanket and we sat there the whole evening. At bedtime we did not go to the big humans bed we stayed on the sofa. She took her fleece robe and folded it up and placed it beside her on the sofa and that was my bed for the night. We got under the white fleece blanket and cuddled and slept. Mom got up during the night because she was restless. She got some ice cream for ME and I licked it up. A little while later I had some honey and peanut butter, I licked that up too but the cheese, I left. Mom said something about keeping my energy up.
Thursday morning I heard Mom mumble something about "to hell with the special diet" and next thing I knew she brought me to my plate and presented me with warm grilled salmon filet. It was yummy and smelled delish but I only nibbled a tiny bit.
For the rest of the day I stayed on the sofa with mom. She took me out to potty and fed me water but other then that we just hung together. She got the camera out to take some pictures of me - don't know why she did that as I did not look my best. I tried hard to look interested but today I didn't want to be the center of attention.
Then about 3:30 I was whisked up and in a flash we were heading down the highway into the big city.
She stopped the car - I knew where we were and I acted like something was up. She brought me into the vet clinic and without even sitting in the waiting room was whisked away to a "special" room. Next thing I know a nice young lady is placing me on a sheepskin bed with a green fleece blanket. Mom took of my fleece t-shirt and I was shivering so she covered me with a blanket.
My doctor, that I have had for my entire 13 years walked in. Oh, she did not look her chipper self - in fact she was down right sad. Mom and her talked a bit and the doctor checked my eye again and said the hemorrhage is bigger then it was on Monday. I have had so many needles lately I look like a pin cushion so when the doctor brought another one over to me I never gave it a second thought. Woo, I was feeling relaxed and groggy and the vet said she would be back in a bit. I was trying to keep my eyes open but they sure felt heavy. All the while mom was petting my head and back and whispering all kinds of wonderful nice things to me. After awhile the doctor took me away but then she brought me back to mom in "that" room. This time I had a bandage on my arm with a port in it. The doctor closed the blinds in the room and dimmed the lights. There were pretty pictures and poems on the walls and the room felt calm. Mom was crying and talking to me - she may have felt I was not listening but I heard every word she had to say. My body is just so tired. The doctor was gone for a long time but finally came back and I saw my mom nod her head. The doctor went and got a bunch of tissues and she said they were for her. I heard the doctor tell my mom that CoCo was blessed to have had such a wonderful owner. The vet was petting me and she was crying - she has known me my entire life. My mom was kissing my head and whispering to fly free and how very much she loved me. The doctor put something into the port on my arm and I started my last journey - I was drifting away. I don't want to leave my mom, my mom was crying but I knew my little frail body could no longer go on. As I felt and watched myself leave I saw the doctor check for a heartbeat - there was none. She wrapped me up and her and my mom hugged. Mom left! Wait! Wait mom!
It was too late I am now by a beautiful rainbow where I just crossed over a bridge. Hey, there is China Doll, Nikki, TedEbear, Dixie, Foxy Angel. I turn my head looking past all the familiar faces and then I spot her, that precious little face - it's Princess Izzy. I make my way slowly to her and I know she will show me the way...

 

Before I Leave

March 25th 2014 10:25 pm
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Hi to all my peeps. For the past 5 months I have not been well. What my mom thought was old age and doggie dementia has progressed into a lot of tests. Doctors poking and checking this and that. I used to weigh a whopping 4.4 pounds but now I weigh 3.3 pounds. Mom has been taking me to the vet often (it's like we live there) and we finally found out that I have Cushing's Disease. I was panting, pacing, barking(vocalizing I call it), having accidents, incredibly hungry and thirsty and have a pot belly (don't call me fat though). I am on meds for the Cushing's but things have taken a turn for the worse. I am having seizures - bad ones. The doctor is very certain I have a tumor on my pituitary gland and that tumor is responsible for my seizures and changes in my behavior. Mom had me at the vet yesterday and the vet said I have a hemorrhage behind my retina that is either caused by the tumor or my horrible seizures. I have wasted away to nothing even though I am hungry all the time, I have skin infections that my mom has to treat everyday and my legs are like toothpicks.

Today I was at the vet to get my cortisol levels checked to see if the Cushing meds are working - won't know until Thursday. Mom noticed this evening when she took me out to potty that I won't shake myself. I was always a good little shaker but now I would not do it. I would start to shake my head but quit and one time I let out a little scream. I went to lay on my bed and have been there since. My mom thinks something is going on in my tiny head. She is sleeping on the sofa tonight to keep vigil over me.

The vet told my mom options for me a few. Seizure drugs will do no good because my seizures are coming from the tumor I have. If mom decides to do nothing I will have more seizures that are longer. There is a cancer drug that mom is willing to try on me in order to shrink the tumors - even though we are not 100% sure it will work on a pituitary tumor. It is the only option left.

I am 13 years old and have had a great life but I still love my mom and want her near me. I still come over for a pat on my back and I love to sleep with my mom. I need all the doggie prayers I can get right now - for me and for my mom.

 

They Like Me, They Really Like Me!

February 12th 2014 5:23 am
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Arooooooo! Hey peeps, I am the Dog of the Day and I am diggin' it! So happy the Dogster saw my inner beauty and came to their senses. Now I am thinking my human should really be proud of me and treat me likewise. As I bask in the glory and attention my poor human is frantically working to help save some of my pals pages. Just because she is working doesn't mean she can't lavish me with attention and delicious treats. I plan to milk this great event for all it is worth and those other two bozos (Prince & Ruby)can drool and whine all they want. It's all about ME, ME, ME!
Yes, it is true, the best is saved for last, aroooooooo!

 
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