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Leave a bone for Zoe
Nicknames:
Z, big black stinky thing, the pup
Quick Bio:
Likes:
being with her mom and dad, taking rides, eating, walks
Pet-Peeves:
fireworks
Favorite Toy:
squeaky ball
Favorite Food:
people food
Favorite Walk:
anywhere!
Arrival Story:
In the fall of 1994 I got my first teaching job about 400 miles from home. I am from the Detroit area, and moved by myself to a little tiny town called Paradise in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan for my first job. Paradise is 75 miles from the nearest town. When I left, I got a kitten (Timber) and a few months later got another kitten (Tahqua) - thank God they are still with me. In the spring of 1995 I went home to Detroit to get a puppy. I got home on a Saturday and planned to go to a shelter on Monday to get a pup. That Sunday I was hanging out with a couple friends at my parents' house. My friend, Amy, left to go golfing with her boyfriend. About 30 minutes after she left she called me on her cell phone and told me that she had seen a rusty old cage on the side of the road on her way to the golf course. Inside the cage were two black puppies. My other friend and I took off! When we got there, there were indeed two little puppies in an old rusty cage sitting by the side of the road in front of a run-down farmhouse - there was a "For Sale" sign on the cage. I knew I wanted a female, and that's when I met Zoe. It was so meant to be.
Bio:
Last summer I noticed that Zoe seemed to be slowing down. She was nine years old so I attributed it to that. This past Labor Day she stayed with my parents for a week while I went with my husband to his family get together in Ohio. When she came home I could tell she didn't feel well. She acted mostly normal, but just seemed off. I thought it was because she was overtired from her stay at Grandmas, or that my mom had fed her a lot of junk - which was a common occurence! When I got home from school on that Friday (I am a teacher), Zoe was ill. I called the vet and we planned to take her in the next morning. We took her in Saturday morning and the vet checked her out. He said at the time that he felt a mass in her abdomen, but since she was still eating and not vomiting and having normal bowel movements, he didn't pursue that. Instead he thought she might have back or hip pain, gave her meds, and sent us home. On Sunday she was much worse. That day was the absolute worst. I knew it wasn't her back. Monday we took her back to the vet - my vet is also my cousin. We had dealt with his partner on Saturday because Denny was not in. But Denny was in on Monday and when he saw us struggling to get her out of our van, he rushed over, picked her up and took her into the exam room. He immediately put a syringe into her abdomen and it filled with blood. He told me to expect the worst and took her into surgery.
Well, Zoe survived the surgery, but lost a lot of blood. It turned out she had two tumors. One had ruptured her spleen (probably Friday, which was why she was so ill when I got home), the other tumor was as big as a tennis ball and it was on her bladder. Denny gave a very guarded prognosis, and told us to give her three hours - he didn't expect her to survive. We came back after three hours and she was still alive. He told us she had cancer, and if she survived this that we would have to decide how to handle her disease. We visited with her, and told her to get well. Then we headed home. Denny called me about an hour later and told me he had lost her. The next day we went and picked her up, brought her home, and buried her.
Forums Motto:
We miss you everyday.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| October 11th 2004 |
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More than 7 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
79243
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