Ashes to Ashes

I know this was a hard day for my mom because I was watching from above. She went to the vet clinic to make my final arrangements. Everyone was shocked and sad that I have been called to the bridge. Mom decided to cremate my little body. She said she wasn't going to cry at the vet clinic but she did. Others were crying also.

Mom left and went to the car and when she came back she had all my special food with her. The clinic gave her a full refund because she can't use it...anymore.

Mom tried to smile but I could see the pain and hurt in her face and eyes. I wanted to come right back to earth and kiss her tears away but I can't. I would love to feel her hand on my little head saying "where's my little China". Oh, to see her eyes filled with the love she has for me...

The clinic told mom that the ashes should be back from the pet funeral home by Friday.

We will see one another again and I can't wait.
I love you mom.

Gone To Soon

This has been a horrible day for my mom. As most of you know I have this disease called PLE (protein losing entropathy) and I have been battling it for some time now. I was supposed to go to the vet clinic on Tuesday but my doctor wanted to see me today so off we went. Anyway after much testing, my protein levels had dropped again and my respiratory rate was high and I had fluid in my lungs and abdominal area. The doctor decided to give me a blood plasma transfusion and kept me for the afternoon. Mom picked me up later and we went home.

At home I got worse with my breathing and I was not eating. Mom was watching me closely and then I suddenly turned my head sideways and lay motionless. Mom immediately phoned the vet and was told to meet her at the clinic. Mom layed me on her lap in the car as we raced down the road. Mom was talking to me the whole time but it was time for me to go. I took one last breath and left to play with the other angel dogs.

Now I am at the Rainbow Bridge and my mom is very sad and crying.

Mom, don't feel bad I know you did all you could to save me but my poor little heart could not carry the load anymore. I wished I could have given you more doggie kisses. I wished I would have played more but I would never wish for a better mommy because I had the best. I know you loved me because you told me often and I could see it in your eyes. When you looked into my brown eyes I know you could see I adored you and trusted you with my life!

I know I was not easy to deal with, was timid and sick but I am so thankful I had you by my side to help me through my journey. You called me your China Doll and you treated me as such. You said I was a gentle soul and that made me happy.

I love you mom and I will see you again. I know I died in your lap and in your hands but not in your heart.

Your girl, China Doll.

Nightmare At The Vet Clinic

Mom and I had the worst day yesterday. Mom took me to the vet for a re-check on my lungs. Anyway we just walked into the clinic and Mom had me tucked under her arm like a football. Out of the corner of her eye she sees a man leaving with a humongous dog. So Mom brings me in a little closer and turns her body slightly. One minute I am in Mom's arms and the next I AM SNATCHED FROM HER ARMS AND IN THE JAWS OF THIS MONSTER DOG! The whole clinic went into panic mode and people were yelling and screaming for the huge dog to drop me. He was shaking me back and forth and would not listen to his owner. Somehow by the grace of the good Lord I got free and ran to the door. Mom scooped me up but I had pooped and peed myself real bad. I was so frightened and couldn't stop shaking. My doctor was concerned about my hurts and gave me a sedative and pain killer. The doctor couldn't even re-check my lungs because I was panting and breathing so hard.

The owner of that demon dog never even apologized but it doesn't matter because he will no longer be welcome at that vet clinic.

I know Mom was very shaken about everything and is thankful that I made it out of the jaws of death.

I feel very grateful, a little sore but oh so grateful!

Tooth Furry?

Being my genteel self and not wanting to be selfish I must approach this subject in a most delicate fashion. I wonder, does anyone remember it is my birthday today? There I said it!

Mom completely forgot until late this afternoon when she logged onto Dogster and was reminded it was my birthday. Now she is talking to herself and asking how did she manage to forget. She said I will get a special supper and a few soft doggie treats. Oh yes, she also said something about going for a dental on Tuesday. I don't want to be ungrateful but is THAT IT? A dental! That's the best she can do? Well BUTTER MY BISCUITS! I only have 4 teeth left and after the dental I may only have one, if I am lucky. I hardly think a dental is a proper gift.

I think Little CoCo Puff had Moms full attention today. It has been pretty warm and CoCo has been fussing so Mom took CoCo's t-shirt off to give her some ventilation (pew wee). Anyway "The Puff" has a mole that has to be removed on Tuesday so Mom was looking at it. After she put CoCo down what do you think happened? Well that "lower then a snake in a tire track" puff ball started licking the spot where the mole is. So Mom was taken up with her the whole time.

This gal is very wise to the Puffsters antics and I know exactly what she was doing - hogging all the attention so Mom completely forgot my very, very special day. The day, sniff, I was, sniff, born. Don't despair this fine China will have a bit of fun.

Mom is supposed to circle the spot where the mole is so the vet technician can shave the right area. Tee-hee, well while CoCo Puff is making doggie zzzz's I am going to circle her whole body. When we arrive at the vet clinic the tech will whisk her away and give her a shave like a sheep, ha, ha, ha, hee, ha.

I will fight this tooth and fur!

Day at the spa

I feel like a new bitch! A day at the spa is what every spoiled Pom deserves. A full manicure and pedicure with a light clipping of paw fur. Then a complete fur-cut to banish those split ends for good. Onto a total body shampoo with a rinse of organic fur conditoner and finished up by a towel wrap. A massaging brush out with a warm blow dry - ahhhh.

I just loved being pampered and hate when it has to end.

Of course Little CoCo Puff was complaining the whole time. I finally had to ask the spa technician to move me to another spa room - I couldn't stand it!

Mom said I will look so pretty in my pink snowflake sweater and I couldn't agree more. I love pink and it does wonders for my fur tone.

Whoa, I have to go now because Mom is screaming something about CoCo falling in the eggnog punch bowl!! Here we go again...

Namaste (I bow to the devine in you)

I'm telling you with Little CoCo Puff on the mend, whining and basically driving us all crazy; I'm glad Mom showed me the road to yoga. One has to find inner calm and peace in order to deal with the everyday acting up of CoCo. It just seems to go from one episode to the next - now it is the "summer sizzler pool party" that is cosuming CoCo's pea-sized brain.

The vet put me on anti-anxiety medication to settle my stresses but the pills are not strong enough to handle what CoCo throws my way. Mom could see I am getting better but I needed that extra little push - that is when yoga came into my life.

I will sit in my lotus position and recite my mantra until I feel tranquility overpower the fibers of my being - ommmm. That is until "The Puff" starts running circles around me and totally ruining the flow of my quiet energy. I try to block the flying furball out of my mind but I can't - she has stolen my moment. So I get Mom to bring me another pill and go lay down in a darkened room because I feel a migraine coming on.

I think I will fill Little CoCo's personal floatation device with sand just in time for her "summer sizzler pool party"!

Grin and Bear It!

CoCo's making fun of me! She lays in her bed smacking her lips together pretending she has no teeth and then laughs at me. Can I help it I only have 4 teeth left? At least my bad doggie breath is all gone and Mom can put her nose right up to me.

I feel for Little CoCo Puff and what she has had to endure but I don't like the fact that she plays it for everything she can. Like when Mom is paying attention to me CoCo starts whimpering and Mom drops everything to see what CoCo wants. WHAT COCO WANTS IS - ATTENTION - ALL THE ATTENTION!

Mom took me to the groomers today for my summer teddy bear cut and I look so darn cute. Of course CoCo couldn't stand the fact that I was getting some of Mom's attention so she got up from her bed and went to her soccer ball. Mom scolded her and told her not even to think about it. Once again she took Mom away from me.

Wait until we all get to Jasper next week. CoCo will be inside and I will be frolicking in the fresh mountain air - just Mom and me, tee hee!

I hate to be like this but sometimes that 4 pound piece of fluff doesn't know when to quit. One of these days she is going to meet a dog twice as big as her that will put her in her place once and for all!

Pea Brain

Little CoCo Puff thinks I am trying to take away the attention she is getting from Mom while she heals from knee surgery. Not true. Can I help it if I had an upset tummy last week? Now she sees me limping and that sent her over the edge.

Mom did not see anything in my foot so she is concerned that I may have strained a muscle. Of course CoCo is razzing me about being so wimpy. She said I can't even walk without hurting myself. Then she went on aboutI what she has been through and I don't see her wigging out. As I limp around CoCo yawns and turns her head the other way. I know what is running through that pea brain of hers. CoCo thinks I am competing for Mom's attention and we all know that CoCo has to have ALL THE ATTENTION.

From a medical stand point, I think Little CoCo Puff is depressed because of the pink baby booties te-he. She lays down is such away that she can't see them and is always looking away from her feet. I am sure down the road there will be some major psychological, pink bootie damage. My life on the couch will never be the same with CoCo babbling about her puppy-hood.

Perhaps I will have to have a discussion with Mom and persuade her to banish the booties so we can once again live in peace!

No bunny hopping

I feel really bad and sad for Little CoCo Puff. At first when she wasn't around for a whole day I thought, yipee I have Mom to myself. I was just thinking of all the attention I would get while she was away. Soon as "The Puff" came home I had to investigate further. I was sniffing and smelling her bandages and I knew something was different. She can only walk about 4 awkward steps and I know she is in pain.
Of course Mom is giving her lots of attention and that is ok with me because I miss her shenanigans. I want the old CoCo Puff back! I hope I never have my knees operated on.
Mom slept on the couch last night. She put CoCo in her little bed and she put my bed by the couch too. I was so excited I had a poo accident by the door that goes outside. Well, when Mom saw the poo she was upset. She carries CoCo outside to potty and said if CoCo can hobble around on two bandaged legs and still potty outside then I should be able to wait and potty outside too! I am ashamed but it really was an accident and I haven't had an accident in the house in a very, very long time. I will try to make it easier on Mom and watch my excitement factor.
I don't think our household is going to have much Easter excitement this year and definitely no hopping around.
For now though I am going to rally around Little CoCo Puff and try and make her feel better.

More Cheese Please!

Ok, ok Mom, stop laughing at me...please, please. It was funny, sure but how come you are stilling laughing at me two days later? How am I supposed to know what to do when you throw a ball? Don't you remember I am an ex-show dog and I only know about prancing like a little princess around in circles. It wasn't until I came to live with you that my whole life changed.
Mom takes Little CoCo Puff and me outside on the grass to PLAY! Before we even leave the house "The Puff" is absolutely hysterical. She is barking so loud I thought her lungs were going explode. All the way down the stairs bark, bark, bark; onto the grass and CoCo is still barking. Now CoCo is spinning around like she needs an exorcist or something. Little CoCo Puff knows the game because she has played it a million times. Mom takes the mini-soccer ball and a piece of cheese outside with her. Ok, cheese, now that is something I can understand. CoCo is barking for Mom to toss the ball so Mom does. CoCo runs after the ball and Mom is running in that direction too. Hey, where's Mom going with the cheese? So I start running after Mom because she's got the food. Mom is busting a gut because I am not paying attention to the soccer ball but I am making sure I don't lose sight of the cheese. Mom said it looks funny to see CoCo chasing the ball, Mom chasing CoCo and me chasing Mom because she's got the cheese. I really don't see the humor in the situation!
Is it too much to ask, just to lounge on the soft grass while Mom hand feeds me bits of aged cheddar????