Misty ~2/11/1996~ 6/21/2009


Yorkshire Terrier/Chihuahua
Picture of Misty ~2/11/1996~ 6/21/2009, a female Yorkshire Terrier/Chihuahua

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Home:Squirrel Town, ON, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 1-10 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Misty ~2/11/1996~ 6/21/2009

Nicknames:
Misty Moo

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Sun Sign:
Badges:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-mutt

Birthday:
February 11th 1996

Likes:
I love to chase squirrels

Pet-Peeves:
I hate not being able to catch a squirrel "yet" I don't like baths. But most of all, I hate going to the dogtor's

Favorite Toy:
At my age, toys are history. Beauty sleep, hugs & kisses from my mom is all I want

Favorite Food:
I love grilled steak,chicken and hamburg. I love fresh caught pickerel, but haven't had any in a long time. Dad's a terrible fisherman. bol I love my milkbones to

Favorite Walk:
My favorite walk is from the couch to the deck. Otherwise, mom and I do like to walk down by the big lake along the paths when it's a nice day

Best Tricks:
Giving paw, sit and stay

Forums Motto:
I'm the apple of mommy's eye

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 5th 2008 More than 6 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
712570


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Small Tales from a Small Girl


1 Mended and 2 Broken Hearts :-((

June 22nd 2009 12:02 pm
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Your probably wondering by the entry title, who has the mended heart and who has the broken hearts. This is the most difficult diary entry that my mom has had to do fur me...

My mom and my dad's hearts right now are broken into a million pieces. And my heart is well again, because that's what happens when you go to rainbow bridge. Mommy told me that just before I went on my journey to rainbow bridge last night. She said, Misty....with all the aches and pains and your broken heart that you've had, you will no longer take them with you. Your heart will be healthy and you will feel like a young pup once again. I was happy to hear this coming from my mommy. I was getting so so tired and didn't want these aches and pains anymore.

I was doing so good for a couple of weeks after my last bout of illness around the beginning of June. My two new meds helped me feel a bit better and gave me some extra time with mommy and daddy. I even managed to get into a couple of chases with some of them pesky squirrels. But fur the last few days, mom and dad noticed that I was slowing down again. I had no interest in looking fur squirrels, let alone chasing them. I just had no energy fur it anymore. My appetite had decreased to. I did eat my chicken everynight at dinner, but when it came to getting my kibble, I hardly ate any of it. So last night I got my chicken fur dinner and woofed that down and than had a few pieces of my kibble. After I eat my dinner, I than go outside for a pee and come back in and go to my couch and go to sleep fur the night. It wasn't long before I got to bed that I got back up again to get a drink of water. After my drink, I had asked mommy to let me outside again. As I was walking to the back door, I was moving at a snails pace. My little back legs didn't want to get moving. But I managed to get outside and go fur another pee. Than the panting started and wouldn't stop. I couldn't catch my breath. Mom yelled to daddy, help Misty is in destress. Daddy scooped me up and mom got onto the phone to call my dogtor. My dogtor doesn't work sundays, so it was a good thing that she gave my mom her cell number fur an emergency. Thank dog mommy got a hold of her. And away we went. Dad held me, while mom drove. A few times, daddy had to tell mom to slow down. The dogtor was waiting fur us when we arrived. She took me from daddy's arm and took me to the back room to get some oxygen. I had to wear this little mask on my face. Mom and dad paced and paced around the waiting room. My dogtor bought me back into them and asked them to come to the back room with me. The dogtor asked my mom to hold the little mask to my face while she gave me a few needles. I didn't even feel them. At this time I was panting harder and harder. My dogtor told my mom that my temperature was really high. Mom furgets the name of the needles and how high my temperature was. But was told that one of the needles was to bring down my fever. And what a fever I had. Mom said I've nevered felt so hot like this before when I had a fever. While mommy was holding the mask to my face, my dogtor was trying to cool me down with a cloth that covered my entire body. Poor mommy was bawling her eyes out and kissing me like crazy and saying...you fight this, Misty. Fight it with all you got. I'm trying mommy, I'm trying. But I just so tired of being sick. Dogtor took my temperature again. It was still sky high and dogtor said it was high enough that I'm at that threshold of having seizures. The most painful decision fur mom to ever make in her life was to let me go on my journey. I was given another needle and dogtor told my mom this one will calm me down so that I'm not panting as hard as I was. She left the room so that mommy, daddy and I can have some alone time together to say our goodbyes. :-((((( After a bit, my dogtor came back in to give me one final needle. I went to sleep in my mommy's loving arms.

I love you mommy and daddy. ( And we love you to babygirl) And don't worry about me mom. Your mommy will look after me until we can be together again. So dry your tears and think about all the wonderful memories we've shared together. And I know what one you'll be thinking about that will put a smile on your face....

Remember the one a long time ago when we went to work one morning and at break time you took me outside fur a pee and a little walk. We got back into our office and I started to limp on my front paw? You thought I had stepped on something and checked out my paw and didn't see nothing. Than you called daddy from the back of the shop to come and check me out. He couldn't see nothing and told you that maybe you should take me to my dogtor to have me looked at. And than he went back to work and we were almost on our way out the door and your brother shows up. I thought cool! Here's is someone that wants to maybe play ball with me. And that he did! He threw the ball fur me a few times and I ran and fetch and brought it back to him. You took notice that I didn't have the limp anymore. Your brother couldn't stay long and play with me, so once he left, somehow that limp came back. Daddy comes back up to the office to check on me and sees that I'm still limping. But you didn't tell daddy what had just happened when I played ball with your brother and I wasn't limping anymore. I'm glad you caught onto where this was going mommy. Daddy thought we were on our way to my dogtors to have my limpy leg checked out. But you knew better. Instead of going to my dogtors, you took a detour and took us home. As soon as I got into the front door and you put me down, I ran fur my ball fur us to play with. See mom...no limp. I had to find someway fur us to leave work so that you and I could take the rest of the day off and have some fun together. And you laughed and said to me..you're one clever little girl. :-) I knew you would remember this one mommy. This is your favorite one. Keep thinking of that one and other good ones we had. Give youself some time and the pain your are feeling right now will eventually get better in time as you think of the the happiness and love we shared with each other.

I love you mommy xoxoxoxoxoxoxox

 

What kind of ice cream are you?

June 21st 2009 6:18 am
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The pretty SassyGirl tagged me (btw she is Toffee Caramel Chunk with vanilla swirl on top) — here is how to play. Here we go......

I am going to tag five friends and tell them what kind of ice cream I look like. Then you tag five friends and tell them what kind of ice cream you look like! Sprinkles count too!

I am a black licorice with caramel swirl and with bits of white sprinkles.


I have tagged

Tessa
Fitzcairn
Jay-Jay
Bonzer
Kingstar Louie

 

Back to my oldself :-)

June 14th 2009 7:20 am
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Nothing can keep this old girl down! I bounced back like a rubber ball bounces. bol

Mom was waiting on one more result test that got shipped to the States. The results came in a few days ago. But there is no results! They broke the tube! So in order fur them to do the test again to see if I have pancreatitis, I have to be that sick again. If I can help it and with help with my new meds, I don't plan on being that sick again. I've been sick before, but never like that!

The dogtor also gave me new kibble to try. Moms been asking if there's anything out there that is small bites kibble. I won't eat anything larger than small bites, because of my tiny mouth. My new food, Royal Canin Veterinary Diet is almost as small of my old kibble. It's a little bigger, but mom thinks I should be able to get it into my mouth. Mom is making the switch today. As they say...out with the old and in with the new. Mom is hoping that I take to this new kibble. She says it's better fur me.

I've had a pretty good week. I even managed to get into a chase with a squirrel. Those nasty varmits are hard to come by these days since dad had my trees taken down. Now I have to watch fur them to run along on the fence. I guess the good thing about not having trees anymore is that they can no longer sit up in them and throw cherries onto my head. bol. Mom says she can bait them to come into my yard more oftened with peanuts, but she wanted to wait until I was feeling better and got my strength back. Well it's back mommy....what are you waiting fur.

Mom and I would like to thank all the pups who sent well wishes, prayers and gifts my way. We truly believe that prayers do work. Because they sure did work fur me!! So thank you all from the bottom of my little heart. It was very much appreciated...Thank you, Thank you.
And big hugs to each and everyone of you...(((((( )))))))

Love, Misty

 
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