August 24th 2009 11:03 am
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Rowdy's mama here. I know you all feel as I do, that the Dogster/Catster community is just plain AWESOME. We have met some of the best hoomans in the world here. Little did I know that when I joined (and then Meatball & Sausage bought us "Plus") that I would need you all as I have and you have answered the call for help in so many generous ways. I am grateful that I can come here and share my sorrows and joys and also share in yours. I wish I didn't need you all so much so I could be more of a giver, but things keep cropping up and I have become overwhelmed. I needed this place when I first found you because I had lost my beloved "children" (Max -Trixie's brofur went missing in Sept '06, then the fire in Feb '07 and I lost Trixie, Daisy and Chance). Max and Trixie were fursibs kitties whose mommy Tabitha I had lost also. Daisy and Chance where mommy & son--I lost Chance's daddy --Shadow-- about 3 years earlier while walking in a wooded area to a cougar or something. We had been walking there for 4 years and never had seen or heard any wild animals. I have read where so many of you have lost babies and the sting of guilt haunts you--I know that guilt--and just when I thought I had learned from all my mistakes--along came Rowdy. Lack of knowledge and money kept me trying to heal Rowdy's back in the least expensive way and I have paid the price. While the operation would have cost the same no matter what, now I must hear Rowdy drag his little back paws across the floor, his toe nails little nubs. I watch him run and see his back legs go out from under him and he slids on his hinney--but he always gets back up and runs again. His relentless spirit inspires me, but the guilt of not getting him the surgery sooner haunts me. I do hold in my heart that he is not completely crippled and am grateful for that because so many other pups have lost so much from this kind of injury. Their triumphant stories and their hoomans always makes me smile. And I know Rowdy's story had brought a smile or two also, because he can run--wobbly as it is--while he is running to the right, his hinney will go to the left, and it is funny to watch--however bittersweet--but he is running and running hard. He is as happy as he has ever been despite it all. Abandoned at birth, malnutritioned to the point he had a skin infection and lost all his hair, yet when I met him he bounced (literally) and barked and played like the world had welcomed him with open arms. He came into our home like he had always lived here. The world was his, and he claimed it and he still does. I have never had a furbaby who wasn't amazing in some way and Rowdy's spirit is amazing to me--I wish I were more like him.
Now I am to go for a biopsy to check for cancer in my right breast. I have already had surgery for cancer in the left breast and while everything turned out okay the first time, I do not relish going thru it again. I didn't have kemo the first time, and will be so grateful, should it be cancer, that I will not have to go thru kemo this time-that is my biggest worry--the surgery and the radiation is not so hard to bare--the not knowing is worse. I should know by Thurs if it is.
What amazes me, is how many of you are now going thru the same trial at different stages of the situation. I pray for you for strength. I have heard and felt your prayers for us and there is no doubt in my mind that we all have a bond--even if we have never spoke. If you are a part of the D/C family, then we are family indeed.
I'm hoping that in heaven, we will have a really cool club house where we can all meet, when we're not out oooohing and awwwwing at the wonders of heaven and heavenly things, and hug and show off our babies to one another and laugh and look into the eyes of those who have prayed for us, directly and indirectly.
Other things have come into my life as stressors now too and I am overwhelmed. I find it hard to have the energy to thank each person for the pressie or prayer, but know that I am now forever touched by your love and thoughtfulness--and I know many of you also breath a silent prayer, thou' you do not contact me--I know because so many times that is what I do. It isn't easy to write when you have lost a baby because it brings to mind all the pain of my own loses, as I am sure it does for all of us--all of us have lost, all of us have made mistakes, all of us have felt guilt and all of us labor daily to get thu' the rough patches. How so so many of you have inspired me and made me jealous, because, like Rowdy, you still keep bouncin with joy.
Thank you all for being you and being here for me in big and small ways, it all counts.
If you are going thru' a trial and need just a ear to hear, pmail me. I won't know how to fix it, but I can understand and most likely say "I know, I've been there too. You are not alone."
I love you all with all my heart,
Mama Kim & the Rowdy Gang
July 27th 2009 12:51 pm
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Freedom isn't free, is it? There are always rules and boundries that we must adhere to in order fur freedom to work--seems like an oxymoron; but all things being equal, we'll take the boundries to have the freedom--
I have some new freedoms. Mama put up some fencing stuff in the front yard, now she leaves the door open and I can go in and out as I please. I love the front yard cuz there are less stairs I have to climb and it's flat so I can run and not make mama worry (she let's me run again--mostly cuz she has no choice!). The back yard slopes down and there are many stairs to get to the ground and it is too hard on my back to walk all those stairs. When I am out there, the mama tries to carry me or make me go down the small steps, but the small steps go by my auntie's little pool and if any one is in there I don't like to go near it. When mama tries to carry me up the big stairs, I run away from her and run up the stairs before she can catch me--I like doing things on my own (the mama gets furustrated cuz I do that, but I thinks it's funny BOL)--I'm really hating this having to have the mama help me all the time. So mama put the fencing up and now I can have some freedoms--but I can't get to the road to bark at efurry thing that passes by any more--poo.
There is a nice grassy area out front and the mama comes and plays with me there. I love to chase my ball and mama will throw it fur me, but not too far--she wants me to get some xercise and hopefully build up my back legs.
I still drag my back paws and don't put as much weight on them as the mama would like, but the mama says we needs to be patient and hope that I will be back to normal some day. Yet, we are grateful I can get around on my own--things could have worked out a lot different! She still tries to do my therapy xercises--but I'm not very cooperative, but I do like the massages.
Me and Scooter (she's a beagle who also had a ruptured disk--thankfully her rupture was the upper back, so she is healing much better than me) are hoping to start a group fur doggies with back problems when things calm down. If you or anyone you know has had to have back surgery and has back problems, pmail me and we will start a list so we can invite you to join as soon as we figure it all out.
A big hug to you all and wishes fur health, happiness & FREEDOM
LUVS Rowdy & the Rowdy Gang
June 27th 2009 2:02 pm
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We been trying hard to get around to all the thankies--but there are so many to thank fur so many reasons--pressies, donations, puppals, my grouppage, POPs fur me and Chloe and Elvis, furends joining Round up Rowdys Helpers--it's amazing!
We are indebted to each of you and hope if you efur need us, give us a whistle--we luvs praying fur all furs--if somefur needs to talk--pmail us--we'll be there.
I doing better--the mama took off my leash the other day to let me have a little freedom to roam--MISTAKE!! I took off running in circles ofur ofur and ofur again--the mama's yelling "stop"--my hinney going in the opposite direction--skidding, hopping, and going again--the mama and the auntie couldn't help but laugh--she finally got me and brought me in the house so I could calm down--OMD-that was so much fun that the mama could see I was smiling--and panting--and smiling. She was glad I had fun, but it worried her. I still not got full control ofur my back legs, but obviously, some--BOL--mama a little less letting me off the leash again. Poo! But like auntie and mama say--quality of life--I slept good that night--running is what I like best! and it felt good.
Me & Chloe & Elvis thanks efurry one fur all the support. Chloe is all better and we are doing anofur round of eye drops fur Elvis--whatefur is going on is not going away--the medicine seems to help, but when we stop it comes back--after this bout if it don't work, we gotta take him back to the dogter--so a prayer fur him is much preciated.
Our Luvs Always to all in Dogster/Catster town and the good furs who started this wonderfur place.
Rowdy, Chloe, Elvis, Priscilla, LisaMarie, my mama and my auntie.