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10 February 2012 - 6:31 pm
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I was thinking and think the term "Furbabies" is just what it says. Our Dogs are indeed just like babies. When we take care of them all of their lives and then they are gone it is just like losing a baby. We care for them in many ways that you care for a human baby. You have them on a schedule. You clean up after them when they relieve themselves. You feed them, bathe them, brush their hair, trim their nails and clean their ears. You also take them for well checks, make sure they get exercise and love them beyond belief. You also take care of them when they are sick, teach them manners and brag about them to everyone. The list goes on and on but the difference is human babies eventually grow out of you needing to take care of them and Dogs don't.

I think that is why it is such a shock when the are gone because all of a sudden that precious furbaby that you cared for everyday for years and years is all of a sudden just gone. It feels just like you lost a baby. Children grow up gradually and learn to breakaway a little at a time so it's an easier transition but with Dog's it seems they are just ripped from our arms suddenly and we are left to figure out how to go on without them.

Today has been 1 week since I lost Valentina. I am in the thick of it. I miss her like crazy and I can't imagine never seeing her or kissing or hugging her again. The heartache is very intense. I don't like this new schedule without her. I can sleep a little later because she is not here because it took me extra time in the morning to take her out and to feed her but I don't like that at all. I loved getting up in the morning to see her beautiful face. I picked up Valentina's cremains today. I cried when I saw the urn. It is very pretty though. It is pretty large and has a copper bronze finish with decorative vines with leaves and pawprints on it. On the top it says "Until We Meet Again At Rainbow Bridge". I didn't even choose this urn but I like it very much. At my vet the cremation is included in the price of the euthanasia and the urn is included also. My vet also gave me an $80 discount. I know how much they loved Valentina and everyone there was so saddened to see her go.

Now I am completely obsessed with looking at her pictures and videos and looking at Great Danes online and watching videos of other Great Danes. Just watching a Great Dane makes me smile. I love them. 

Valentina Angel Dane diagnosed with Osteosarcoma in front left leg May 21st 2011. Amputation July 5th 2011.
DOB:11/3/03 DOD:2/3/12 . Valentina was the Love of my Life!!! There is nothing like a Dane!!!

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10 February 2012 - 7:55 pm
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I know what you mean about how they fill so much time in your life - and then when they are gone and you feel so empty... I think that is part of why we grieve so much when they are gone. Today it's one month for us since we lost Abby. Since I work from home, I spent almost every minute of every day with her. She would ride along with me to run errands. It's so hard when they are not there anymore. I think other dog pawrents are the ones who get that - they understand how incredibly hard it is to lose them. I cried WAY more over my dogs' deaths than over my dad's. Maybe that sounds weird (especially to someone who is not a dog pawrent), but my dad lived a long, great life, and it wasn't like I saw him or even talked to him every day. It's just a very different kind of loss with a dog I think. People who say "it's just a dog" REALLY don't get it. I feel kind of sorry for them, because they obviously were never touched by a dog the way we have all been.

Hang in there. One week out is very hard. I remember that day well. I was the same as you - all I wanted to do was look at her pictures and videos for the first few days. It does start to get easier. I still miss her. I still cry at least a little bit every day, but it's getting better.

At least we have this wonderful place where we can come and share our sadness as well as our happy memories and everybody here certainly understands!

The urn sounds very nice. It's a very bittersweet day, the day they come home. More bitter I think than sweet, but good to have them home anyway.

Sending hugs,

Jackie, Angel Abby's mom

Abby: Aug 1, 2009 – Jan 10, 2012. Our beautiful rescue pup lived LARGE with osteosarcoma for 15 months – half her way-too-short life. I think our "halflistic" approach (mixing traditional meds + supplements) helped her thrive. (PM me for details. I'm happy to help.) She had lung mets for over a year. They took her from us in the end, but they cannot take her spirit! She will live forever in our hearts. She loved the beach and giving kisses and going to In-N-Out for a Flying Dutchman. Tripawds blog, and a more detailed blog here. Please also check out my novel, What the Dog Ate. Now also in paperback! Purchase it at Amazon via Tripawds and help support Tripawds!

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10 February 2012 - 8:29 pm
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First let me say...I'm sad for both of you.  You lost some beautiful girls and the 1st week and 1st month is so very, very difficult.  You are both in my thoughts.

Valentina's urn sounds beautiful.  And she is home. Getting your furbabies ashes is so upsetting but comforting at the same time.  It's so bitter sweet. 

I had read somewhere that losing a pet is harder in some ways than losing family that doesn't live with you.  And it's not wrong to feel a greater loss for them than family. The reason is they are there every day and are a part of your daily life.  Plus, they give mostly joy and love and there are no bad moments with them typically. 

I can honestly say, that even after a year I miss my Comet.  I miss my Rugby too, her soul mate and that has been 2 1/2 years.  I miss them as a pair together especially.  But I mostly miss not having that little 3 legged dog to worry and fuss over.  Taking care of her made me feel worthwhile and fulfilled.  I try my hardest to not dwell, but there are some days - that I just flat out miss her sassy little self hopping along!

And don't get me wrong, I adore Rocket!  He is delightful to have and be around. And each day he and I are together is very happy day!  But having Comet represented something different though. 

I, too feel sorry for those that don't understand what it is to love a dog and be loved in return by one.  I am positive there were many family members that couldn't understand why I was so devoted to this three legged dog, never wanting to leave her alone or not be with her.  I'm sure there are people that wondered why would anyone want a deformed dog.   When I think back on all the things I've done in my life - the one and only thing that seems to be most important - was having saved a deformed little dog that gave me so much joy.

Again, thinking of both of you...

Her Retired AvatarComet - 1999 to 2011

She departed us unexpectedly  January 23, 2011 at the age of 12 1/2.

She was born with a deformed front leg and a tripawd all of her life.

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10 February 2012 - 8:45 pm
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It's just over two months since we lost Tate and I still miss him like crazy.  He was my furbaby but he was also my comfort.  He was such effortless company.  I think all human relationships come with some level of effort but Tate was just so easy.  I could take him anywhere and never worry about him misbehaving.  He was always ready for whatever I wanted to do: play time, visit-with-the-neighbors time, visit Grandma time, quiet together time, quiet separate-but-in-the-same-room time.  He was totally and completely in tune with me.

Don't get me wrong, I love Sam and spending time with her but she's still a puppy.  Maybe she'll grow into it but for now she's...well, she's still a puppy, I guess.  She has lots of wants and needs.

I was very ambivalent about Tate's ashes.  I just looked at that thing and thought, "That is not my dog."  Now his fur lock is another story - that is more real to me.  But the ashes are up at our cabin, we're planning to scatter them on the shore in the spring.  I like that idea, he'll become a part of the place, his favorite place.

At one week, you really are still in the thick of it.  Time does heal but it can't erase the scars.  Indulge in pictures and videos, I still love to do that.  Like Jackie said, it does get easier.

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August 16, 2006 to November 28, 2011
TATE ~ Forever in our hearts.

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It was 3 weeks for us yesterday, and I miss Rio's sweet presence more than I can say. She was more than just a furbaby, she was like half of my whole. My shadow. My ever-present little guardian. But I can't imagine this loss without my Monkey-girls. They haven't replaced Rio and there's no way they ever could, but at least they are here. And that makes these days a little easier.

We got Rio's ashes back last Tuesday, and it was a hard day... Like Jan, I saw Rio's box and thought "No way is my girl small enough to fit in there."

I keep looking at pictures of her, and remembering special little moments that we shared. I've got my little Rio mini-me close by, and it's laughing at me, just like Rio used to. And having so many others who understand what I'm going through is such a comfort to me. But it's definitely hard, and it's not a normal that I want to get used to...

the Woo

~ ~ Rio ~ ~
Forever in my heart...

April 2000 – January 20, 2012
Diagnosed with Mast Cell Cancer in June 2007. Left rear leg amputated Feb. 8, 2011.
Mets discovered Aug. 31, 2011. Read more of Rio's story here.

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The house is so quiet for me today.  So empty.  I miss him to the point that I want to sleep the whole day away, but I can't seem to close my eyes again.  I am glad you posted this subject, I am comforted to know that there are others who wake up feeling this way too.  It makes me sad though, I don't want any of us to feel this way.

I am playing sad songs on youtube and getting teary eyed.  Then I check to see if I have any pic's I haven't looked at yet.  Then I look over and see his empty bed.  Furbabies, yup.  I feel like I just lost my nine year old son.  My joyful, noisy, play in the dirt but be the sweetest kid ever, son.

I too can't imagine never hugging him or kissing his face again.  I am so sorry about Valentina.  Please know I know how you feel, and I am so sorry. 

Elizabeth, Sammy's mom

Diagnosed with osteosarcoma in the right front leg 8/23/10,

leg fractured 8/27/10,

leg amputated 8/30/10

http://sammyand.....pawds.com/

 

I couldn't begin to say how special Sammy is to us.  Living and laughing with and loving this wonderful boy is priceless.

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12 February 2012 - 9:44 am
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I also refer to my dogs as my kids.  They are important members of my family and not just the "pet dogs".  I have a few people in my life that get the bond between human/dog.  It's so comforting to have found this site and have a whole group of people who "get it".  Interestingly -we are mostly women.  Maybe it's a nurturing thing or more intense bond.  Even when I was married my dogs always preferred mom over dad.   I have loved and lost over the years and people often tell ask why do you continue to have dogs if the pain of losing them is so great.  I love and value my too short time with them and yes the pain of lost rips through you, it's always worth it for the amazing time spent with each of them. 

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12 February 2012 - 10:12 am
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I am at the 11 month mark missing my girl. I don't think I will truly ever get over the loss. We as cancer fighters, who also went through the amputation adjustment, have gone through more with these beautiful creatures than most people ever face with their kids. We build a life around caring for them, making decisions for them, and giving them the best days they have left. We are the true caregivers and it builds a bond that never leaves.

For me the adjustment to being without Trouble has been the worst. I can accept that she was old, she had a happy long life, she was loved by many, but I still have a horrible time accepting that she simply isn't here.

I can so relate to Ge'Lena's description of the sassy Comet. Trouble was the most vocal and demanding dog I've ever known. What personality!

Shanna & Spirit Trouble ~ Trouble gained her wings 3/16/2011, a 27 1/2 month cancer survivor, tail wagging. RIP sweetheart, you are my heart and soul.  Run free at Rainbow Bridge.
The November Five - Spirits Max, Cherry, Tika, Trouble & Nova. 11/2008 - 3/2013 An era ends as Queen Nova crossed the Bridge.

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Tasha has been gone for 9 1/2 months, the loss of her still hurts so much, I miss my girl. I want to get down on the floor and lay my head on her and just hug her. I miss Tasha more that I ever would have thought possible. I don't think I will ever truly get over her not being with me.

The day we got the diagnoses of cancer was such a horrible day but the journey I went on with Tasha starting that day ( as crazy as this sounds) was such an incredible journey. Tasha's personality changed, we became so close the bond unbelievably strong, I could see the love in her eyes for me, she became so vocal, loving and such a joy for life once she became a tripawd girl. Tasha loved life living on 3 legs in a way she never did on 4. What a girl my girl was.

Tasha 8 years old, First cancer diagnosis 6/26/09, Last cancer diagnosis 9/26/09, Amputation 10/01/09, Loving our girl moment by moment.

Tasha lost her battle and became my Angel on May 4 2011. Forever in my heart….

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We lost our much loved idiot Chloe 7 months ago due to snail bait poisoning (a stupid, idiotic, dumb memory lapse by me, I left the box out while distracted by sick kids) – it was a absolutly hideous death that will haunt me for the rest of my life. it also happened to be my birthday that day aswell. She was only 1 and such a absolute idiot, full of energy fetch maniac that was always in water, any water, the kids paddling pools never lasted long at all. I still miss her so much. We got Kayla a few weeks later and then Sarge was found to have his tumor then Kayla broke her leg so I have sort of been too busy to dwell in my grief but it still comes in the form of horrible nightmares about how she died. Our loved furbabies cause so much pain when they leave us but to be without them would be hideous. They give us so much love, trust and devotion during the time they are with us but that time will always be too short. We will be facing this again in the not too distant furture with Sarge after his visit too the vet last week, hopefully his is still with us in a few years but old age has hit hard and fast so we will enjoy the time we have with him and forget about what the future holds. Dogs live in the moment and we need to aswell for the moments are limited and we owe it too them to enjoy and treasure each one.

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Sarah, we are very sorry about Chloe. It was an awful accident and we hope that some day you can forgive yourself, as we're sure that Chloe has too. You're right, we have so much to learn from our pups.

Tripawds Founders Jim and Rene
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It's been 10 weeks since Sammy died and we still tear up almost every day. And I can't sleep, as you can tell from the time I am posting this. I just miss him so much. He was an integral part of our day — from inviting him up on the bed for a morning snuggle (later lifting him) to laughing at him as he hopped up the stairs to go to bed, his mouth stuffed with his "naked" tennis ball and a selection of sound-making toys. He was sooooo cute. When he dropped one he would cry and whimper until I came to help him. When he laid down and I put the rescued toy beside him, he would thank me by kissing me. He had the best manners.

Non-dog-lovers don't under the intelligence and personality that dogs have. It's sad that they don't experience the bond, which is like no other. Sammy — all 95 pounds of him — would lie beside me, his head on my pillow and his toes stretched down by mine. I loved the warmth and smell of him. He smelled like oatmeal and was soft and silky. What I would give to cuddle with him and kiss his bad-hair-day head. 

I would like to see him throw his signature tantrum when no one would play ball with him, look up to see those amber eyes staring at me,  see him sleep holding paws with his brother, hide my grin when he turned his head away from two or three treats (until we got to the one he wanted) or watch him dance with excitement when we went outside to swim in the lake.

Our bond was always strong, but became more so after he became a tripawd. We were in it for the long haul, and Sammy gave us complete trust. I think that was hard for Rick, because in the end he thought we failed him. We didn't; we did our best, but cancer is a monster seldom defeated.

Jan, I know what you mean about the ashes. When Rick brought them home and put them on the mantel, I was repulsed and upset. That box was NOT Sammy. Knowing that he was reduced to bone chips and ashes was more than I could bear. We, too, are scattering Sammy's ashes in the lake when we get there this summer. It was his favorite place in the world  and it is a fitting final resting place for his remains. But it is not Sammy.

My brave furkid taught me a lot about dignity and courage. I can only aspire to his strength of character.

Every time another tripawd warrior joins the others across the Rainbow Bridge it tears me up. All of us have wondered at some time, "Why us?" Yet, I think we are lucky to have loved these extraordinary dogs. 

Valentina, Abby, Comet, Tate, Rio, Sammy, Manda, Trouble, Tasha, Chloe, Jerry, my Sammy and the others not posted here — you were loved and will never be forgotten.

Beth, Smilin' Sammy's mom

Smilin' Sammy, March 16, 2004 – Dec. 5, 2011
Golden retriever, diagnosed with osteosarcoma in September 2010 — right front leg amputated November 2010. He fought valiantly to stay with us; but a second diagnosis of osteosarcoma, this time in his left front leg, was more than our golden warrior could overcome. He loved his pack — and everyone else he met.

We loved him even more.
Thanks for the pennies, Sammy. They helped.

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13 February 2012 - 7:31 am
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Smilinsammy said:

All of us have wondered at some time, "Why us?" Yet, I think we are lucky to have loved these extraordinary dogs.

I wondered this aloud once when Zeus' brother, Merlin, had his second ACL surgery.  My husband pointed out that most people would not have done what we did for these dogs.  These two were littermates and were absolute hellions the first two years of their lives (destroyed our furniture, kitchen cabinets and multiple rooms of carpet; they took six months to housetrain, etc...)  But, we never gave up on them.  We didn't stick them outside.  We didn't return them to the shelter.  We never beat them.  Then, Merlin had his surgeries.  Each time we slept in the floor with him afraid he would fall from our bed.  We carried him outside and, literally, held his hiney in the swatting position so that he could relieve himself.  We hired someone to sit with him while we worked (could not crate him b/c he would hurt himself trying to get out).  We spent thousands of dollars on surgeries, etc.

He needed someone to care for him.  Some people would have put him down or just allowed him to limp around.  Now, we are going through this battle with Zeus, who was always our healthy boy.  We will do anything for him to ensure his quality of life is good.

Second, we needed these dogs.  They have made us happier than we could ever imagine.  They have even made our marriage stronger by showing us how to laugh and love, and by showing me how perfect Greg and I are for each other in that we are so like-minded.  I have so much respect for the way my husband cares/cared for these boys.

Last, but most important, these trials have strengthened my faith.  It has reinforced my belief that God always provides.  I have prayed throughout this ordeal that God provide us with strength and that He guide us to always do what is right for Zeus.  I have never prayed for specific requests, especially not about finances, but I have had concerns in my mind about paying for all of this treatment.  I find it very telling that our tax return this year is almost exactly what we have paid for Zeus' amp surgery, chemo, etc...  smiley

It is hard, but I would not trade one moment.

Zeus was a Husky mix diagnosed with Osteosarcoma at age 11.  A visible lung met and suspicious spot on his liver meant a poor prognosis-six weeks was our vet's best guess. We decided to fight for our boy and his right front leg was amputated on 12/1/11. We did six rounds of chemo, changed his diet and spoiled him completely rotten. We were blessed with 10 great months after diagnosis. Against the odds, the lung met remained a single met and grew very little over those months. A wonderful furbaby with the most gentle spirit, he fought with a strength that we never imagined he possessed. We have no regrets...
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