February 6th 2008 12:53 am
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This is Anna's human sister, writing in Anna's behalf, her last diary entry. Anna, our beloved mama Rott passed away last January 29, 2008. She was 8 years old. We would like to think that we were able to provide her with a very happy and pampered life. She was the kindest, sweetest and motherly of the 6 dogs in our family.
Anna was always a fighter. She had been suffering hip dysplasia for the past 3 years, which evidently led her to not being able to take walks or do other normal things dogs do. But nevertheless, she still always managed to keep her spirits up, always smiling, barking when greeted, and sharing with her treats. When she was younger, she sometimes used to trip and fall flat while going out of her room or while running. We all thought that was because she was always so excited to go out to run and play. It was only during her later years did we realize that these were probably early signs of hereditary hip bone problems.
Late last year, Anna started developing mammary tumor (even when she was spayed). She also always had a great love for food, which also caused her to have diabetes. Her last few days became a see-saw of good days -bad days. On the D-Day, she started having difficulty breathing, which led us humans to finally make the difficult decision that it wasnt fair to continue to let her suffer anymore and that it was time to put her to rest already. She passed on while preparations were being done. As i said, Anna was a fighter, she continued to force herself to eat even when her throat was sore, and she also chose when to end the fight.
To all the other pet lovers, some of you may wonder if we did try to get her medical treatments. yes, we did, but only to a certain extent. As she aged, we opted to take the non-surgical route with her treatments because we couldnt bear the thought of general anaesthesia with surgery and its possible effect to an older dog. After a while, Anna herself became visibly depressed and pouty when she hears the words vet, doctor, and operation, which she manifests by not eating her lunch plate.
We all still shed tears and we all still get sad whenever we remember Anna but we'd always think that she's now in dog heaven, enjoying herself, not feeling any pain anymore and probably even walking and running! Aside from us humans, it has also been tough on her sister Kitty, who she has lived with ever since not to have someone to share her room with anymore.
January 31st 2007 6:37 am
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last december, i got a round thing growing on top of my eyeball. the humans saw it and within a couple of days the vet arrived at our house. it turns out that i scratched my eyes too hard, scratching a layer or something from my eyeball and got an infection. its serious. i know they were sooo worried about me. i feel bad but i couldnt help it if my eyes were itchy.
after our annual vaccinations last december, i started on several eyedrops everyday. after 3 weeks observation, it is still there but at least it doesn't hurt as much because before it feels like its burning so i look around using one eye only. so far, Dr. Joy, my vet said to just continue with the medications. unfortunately, there isn't any operation for eye repair, usually it would be to remove the eyeball itself, which i don't think i can handle, neither do the humans.
well, this is just another of my health woes. my affected eye is turning a little white already. i can't see as well as my left. fortunately, the humans still love and care for me as they always do.
February 9th 2006 6:00 pm
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Well, its 2006 and i'll be turning 7 this year! gosh! that makes me 49 dog years old - good enough to be grandma. Well, actually, I am already a grandmother. My son Apollo became a dad last year.
I do feel like a grandma - a very old one. I am helpless. I can't even help myself when I pee and poo. Sorry! I don't mean to be disgusting its just the way it is. Often times, when I poo at the most odd hours, I am sooo embarassed that I lie down on my poo so they don't see it. Well, naturally they do and they clean me up aftewards. Its just that i feel sooo sad and helpless.
Sister says that its okay whenever that "accident" happens. She understands how i feel. Anyway, here's my message to all other dogs (and humans too!) out there, I hope that when your dogs get older and they don't behave as the cute pet you used to have, please don't give them away. I recall sister telling me stories when a dog gets older, the human sell them because they want a younger one without the health problems of an older dog - like me.