Betsy Kayser


Rottweiler
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Home:Toms River, NJ  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 7 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
BooBoo

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

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
June 10th 2006

Likes:
Going for a ride

Pet-Peeves:
I don't think she had any - perhaps the vet

Favorite Toy:
this orange tiger thing with wool hair on it

Favorite Food:
anything

Favorite Walk:
the beach, around the neighborhood

Best Tricks:
Teaching Heidi how to get in and out of the boat, swimming!

Arrival Story:
In the diary - this was her first and last Christmas :(

Forums Motto:
imissmybetsy

The Groups I'm In:
Deutsche Hunde Living Room

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 11th 2008 More than 6 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
715901


Meet my family
Betsy KayserBetsy Kayser -
Cute Betsy
RosieHeidi, a.k.a.

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My short life


My mommy had a dream

February 11th 2008 12:43 pm
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I found my mommy through a dream that she had. See, my mommy lost her Rosie at the age of 3 1/2 to spindle cell carcinoma. Rosie was spayed and had a gastropexy, and her stitches broke and all of her insides fell out. The vet was excellent...but flat out warned me. "Please do not expect a long life expectancy out of this dog. She has lost 80% of her intestines, and nutrition will be very difficult for her to obtain". I understood....and she was right.

3 months later, my mommy had this dream: Our family went to our breeder, found a puppy, she was so beautiful. Mom asked the dog, "Are you ready to come to a nice home, were there is water, a boat, the beach, a pet door so you can come in and out as you please, warm in the winter, cool in the summer, and lots and lots of love?" The pup spoke to mom - and said "Yes, I am ready for a nice home." Mom asked..."What shall we call you?" The pup responded, I kid you not, "Betsy". I was the puppy.

I was very well taken care of, all the shots, the whole nine yards. My partner, Heidi, was 4 when I went home. she immediately loved me. I had a great pack to love.

I came down with an eye condition called entropion. That is where they eyelid flips backwards and the eyelashes rubs against the cornea making it uncomfortable. I showed mom I was uncomfortable. Mommy took me to 2 opthamologists. The first one, huh, he was scared of me...and I was kinda scared of him...and I let him know it. He got arrogant and said "You should consider training for this dog." Mom got upset and took me to another vet. Reputable!!! Was nice, and I was licking his hand.

We scheduled my surgery on 10/1/2007. He said he would call my mom that afternoon and let her know how it went. He told my mom it all went perfect!!! With my moms permission, he would like to keep me overnight for observation so I would not paw at my sutures. She said ok, after all, I was going to be observed.

I was scared and alone, and I tried to get out of the holding area. They left a collar on me - and I hung myself. I died a horriffic death. The vet called my mom the next morning requesting a credit card # for my cremation because I hung myself. She came and got me, was in agonizing pain and crying uncontrollably. See, he said I was going to be watched, and I wasn't. My mom would have never left me alone.

I have crossed the Rainbow Bridge, and my moms healing process is very slow, especially the way I was handled and she was handled. Please folks, if you ever have to spend the night at a vet's place, no collars, and find out if you will be watched, if not, try to take you home...so you can be watched.

Betsy- this is mom....I miss you and cry for you every day. At the tender age of 1yr 4mos, I am sorryI let you stay there. He told me you would be watched. I cannot believe you are gone...I will see you in Heaven.

 
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