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Today Would Have Been Your Birthday.....

February 2nd 2011 4:19 am
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Happy Birthday Baby Boy...... I miss you.....
I Love You, Mama

 

Our brave sweet boy

November 26th 2010 3:32 am
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Little Louie, special friend
You loved us to the very end.
Bright eyed boy with loving heart
You were special from the start.
Your smiling face and happy bark
Pranced happily into our heart.

Bouncing boy, full of love,
You were sent from heaven above.
Bugs and sounds and flashing lights,
These things made you bark with fright.
Balls and Frisbees those you loved,
Spinning, barking, oh, such fun!

Love and joy and happiness
Our life with you was truly blessed.
Now we say goodbye, our little friend,
Our love for you will never end.
Go find Maddie, run and play,
We’ll be together again someday.

Written for Wee Widdle Woo by his Mama

 

Broken Hearted Mama.....

November 26th 2010 3:12 am
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11/20/1010 at 9:30am our Little Louie left this world wrapped in love in the arms of his Mama......

There have been several things in my life that I have seen or experienced that I have known was a once in a lifetime thing. Once I walked into a field and thousands of Monarch butterflies rose from the plants and flew around me. Once at Presque Isle at the end of winter there are ice dunes and it was a sunny and sort of warm day, I ran my hand along the side of one of the dunes and thousands of little beads of ice fell loose and sparkled like diamonds as they fell to the ground. Once Betsy and I followed a mama black bear and her three cubs around the woods for days while on vacation. Every day we went back to the same place and she was there, we watched her nursing the cubs and could hear their little humming sounds as they sucked. Another time we watched a turtle lay her little pink eggs and cover them and go back to the water. And lastly, Louie’s love.

Louie has always been very intense; he either hates something or loves it with a passion. Louie has loved me/us with a passion. The other dogs love us but they have other interests too. Louie LOVED us, we were his LIFE. Oh, he liked his balls and Frisbees and playing with them, he liked lying on the deck watching for the neighbor to come out and throw him treats. But he loved being with us best, he was never far away from us, if we got up to do something, well obviously he was coming too. Even in the middle of the night, when we got up to go to the bathroom he came along. His little eyes never strayed far from us.

These past six months have been full of trying to make memories that will last a lifetime; we have taken hundreds of pictures both in our heart and camera. I have told him thousands of times that he was Mamas best boy, that Mama loved her baby boy and he told me thousands of times with his eyes that he loved me too; he gave me more kisses than anyone deserves.
The past month he stopped following us to the bathroom but that didn’t mean that he didn’t pick his head up and watch for us to come back. (We all sleep in the living room, me on the couch, Betsy on the floor and Louie usually next to the couch). He was having a harder time going to the bathroom, taking longer and not getting much out, he made crying type sounds while he was going. Many times I had to carry him out because when he had to go he hurt so bad he couldn’t walk. He wore his “panties” fulltime the last month or so. He also had trouble getting comfortable after peeing, he would try to sit down but was in pain so he would stand and then try to lie down again. We increased the pain medicine and as long as we could control the pain he could eat and did pretty well with that until the last couple of days. If he was in too much pain he wouldn’t take the medicine or anything else, it became a balancing act trying to get the right amount of medicine in him at the right time. I said to Betsy, if we could just keep the medicines timing right he wouldn’t be in too much pain. And she said, “for what, to look pretty?” I went to work and thought about what his life had become, the hours in the middle of the night trying to convince him to take the Tramadol so he would feel better, the standing in the rain trying to pee/poop, laying watching life go on around him but not being able to join in. I guess I had become so caught up in trying to help him live that I didn’t see what was really happening to him. He would have happily continued on because he loved us but I knew that I had to love him more and let him go.

On Friday, I took a half day off and went home to spend it with him, we sat on the couch together and I told him how special he was to me… I bought him Beneful turkey dinner in those little tubs, it looks like people food and he happily ate half of it. I was careful to give him his pain medicine six rather than eight hours apart so he wouldn’t hurt too much. We decided that we would be going to the vet in the morning to put an end to his suffering unless he was better when we got up.

At bedtime he started out on the couch with me but later got on the floor. He seemed to be resting quietly, although awake and I didn’t give him his pain medicine. I was hoping it wouldn’t be a mistake. (The past week every time he ate anything it caused him to want to go to the bathroom and then that caused pain). I got down on the floor next to him so we could be close and he drug his little body up by my face and I knew then that he wasn’t able to walk. It was hours before light but he didn’t seem to be in pain, so we stayed there the rest of the night and I put him back on the couch in the morning. He didn’t seem concerned that he couldn’t walk nor did he seem to be in pain. I offered him the rest of the Beneful and gave him a pain pill anyway, he took both happily. Then he had to go to the bathroom and I carried him out and held him up as his back legs wouldn’t hold him so he could get a couple dribbles out. I carried him back to the couch and called the vet. I told him that I loved him so much that we were going to make the pain go away and that he would be going to see Maddie. I held him in my arms and told him that Mama loved her baby boy as he took his final breath.

I know in my heart that there will never be another that will love me as much as Louie has, it was a once in a lifetime love…...

 

Doin Good

August 28th 2010 9:25 am
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I is doin pretty good. I takes medicine to make me not hurt when I goes pee pee and poopie, it makes me feel much better. I loves to run and run. I stay in da air-conditioning when it is hot out caus I can breathe better there. It was nice this week so I went out in da yard to watch da squirrels and wait for my friend to come and give me treats.

 

I Have a Good Da Dis Week

July 6th 2010 1:57 pm
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I gets tu go on a big walkie down tu da park an den I gets tu go tu da creek an go creek stompin. It is berry fun. I went in da mornin befor it gets tu hot. I don breef berry gud wen it is hot, I keep pantin and pantin. I do dat wen I get bak from da park. I is tird for a couple days after I goes tu da park. My eyes are tired an puffy but I go pee pee gud. I still feels pretty gud mos of da time. My mamas gib me lots of lub an kisses, I give dem lots of kisses tu.

 

Another Bad Day for Louie

May 30th 2010 6:36 am
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Again I gets up and goes for a walkie and den don get no breakfast. Mama puts me in da car and takes me for a big ride to a new doctor, I not want to stay but Mama says to be a good boy and she will be back. I was a good boy dey take special pictures of my belly, dey tell Mama dey dat dey don have to sedate me caus I was so bery gud! (dey shave my belly hair and some of my side, wats wif des doctors dey is always shaving you) She say good boy Louie! Den we go to da regular dr to see wat da results wer fer the special pictures. Da Doctor say it is not gud, dat I have a bad disease it hab a big name -transistional cell carcoma and dat it is a bad ting. He gib me medicine to make me feel better but it will not fix me. He say to love me lots cause she will not have too much longer to love me. I still feel good and run around like a wild man after my ball. I not want my Mama to cry.

 

My Bad Day

March 3rd 2010 3:32 am
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I had a very bad day yesterday.
When I get up Mama takes me for a walkie first thing in the morning, at 4:0 can you believe that?
Then when I get back I smell breakfast breath on Misty and Meggies breath but Mama pretends she does not smell it and I don't get breadfast.
Then I have to get in the car, I hate the car I throw up in the car, but I didn't yesterday caus Mama forgot to give me breakfast.
She took me to the evil doctor and can you believe it she left me there all by myself.
They make me take a big nap and when I woke up I am missing a tooth and I have poodle legs in the front.
The doctor tell Mama he can't find my veins, what ever that is so he shaved both of my legs, I just want my tooth and fur back. There is snow here in Pennsylvania, my legs will get cold.
It was a bad day.

 

I guess I had better write and tell you about me

September 12th 2008 3:11 pm
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I came to my new home before Valentines day, I was a special present for my Mamas. First I was very quiet then I found my voice and I love to hear it, I barks lots and lots. I bark at everything that moves, all the dogs, people, when Mama climbs on chairs, when things flicker. I bark at flashlights and bugs and especially when the doorbell rings. Sometimes I bark at the wind and just to hear myself bark. I hate noises too especially squeeky ones and I don't like cameras either! When I am not barking I am happy, happy, happy. I bounce around and am rarely still. The other dogs are trying to show me how to rest but I am too busy for any of that! You should see me with my frisbee and balls, I love, love, love them. I run and catch them and bring them back and bark, bark and bark. If the ball is small enough I chase it and kill it so it is easier to carry!

 
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