Martini957's Fotothing

Eleven years ago....my instructor inform the class one day at lunch time that Land Rovers of Greenville were serving hamburgers & hot dogs and all proceeds were to go to the Greenville Humane Society. Most of our class went to Land Rovers that day....but, I had no idea that puppy dogs would be there...my eyes attached to an adorable puppy with huge ears that a little girl was carrying around....eventually the little girl put the dog back in his box....and I. in a trance like state went to that box & picked that puppy dog up...a lady standing there told me the dog was for adoption...the cost was sixty five dollars....I knew good and well that I didn't have sixty five dollars in my checking account....but in complete faith I wrote the check out and took my puppy back to the classroom with me...what could the instructor say? She's the one that had the bright idea to send me there lol.


When I brought my puppy home....my husband was outside and was instantly saying NO NANCY...NO MORE PETS...but I just kept walking towards the house with my adorable little puppy.....got inside and called my sisters and asked each of them for thirty two dollars and 50 cents ASAP....both came to my rescue. The little puppy I adopted was abandoned in a parking lot when he was a couple of days old along with his two sisters. The Greenville Humane Society got the poor pups and had kind folks that offered to bottle feed them....at seven weeks old they decided to adopt them out. I had a stuffed toy bunny rabbit that I gave to my puppy to sleep with...he would cuddle up to that bunny and nurse it while he went to sleep....I reckon his nursing needs never got satisfied...because he continued to nurse his bunny for eleven years when he went to bed.


He was a unique dog for sure....he loved playing fetch and every time he saw me grab my camera, he would get so excited as he looked around for a toy to grab and follow me outside....to him it was FETCH time and boy did he demand that I throw his toy over & over & over again. He loved me, but he wasn't the type to be cuddled at all.....he wanted to be near me, but didn't want to be held and I respected that. Several months ago my little fellow wasn't doing well at all...after several trips to the vet...test showed he had an enlarged heart...was put on heart & fluid medications and appeared to be getting better...but soon his vision suffered....and he no longer wanted to run & play fetch...but at night he would still nurse his ole bunny rabbit...he couldn't see very well or maybe not even at all...but he got around pretty good from memory and/or smell...he knew when I was fixing to go somewhere....and would sit by the door waiting to run out and go too....the strange part was he would be outside while I was inside getting ready to go and he knew it and would stand by the gate....was very difficult to get away from him...but some places I couldn't take him too...but boy oh boy how happy he was when I did let him go for a ride. ....



Well...my little fellow started having excruciating pain with bowel movements....took him back to the vet and a hard mass was discovered....test done to see if the mass were benign or cancerous... I asked the doctor what could be done to ease his pain...she said surgery...but because of the location of the mass they may not be able to get it all without damaging the sphincter muscle and there wasn't any guarantees that the mass wouldn't come back. I told her no way would I put him through surgery...she told me to think on it and call back tomorrow for the test results...



I thought on it...boy did I do some heavy thinking and searching online...but everytime I heard him scream in such agony with each bowel movement....I knew I couldn't allow him to suffer anymore. I cried buckets, I held his bunny rabbit and my heart shattered just thinking of letting him go. It was a hellish decision....because he wasn't on his death bed....he still ate well....still followed me outside....and still barked when the other dogs did...and still loved to go for a ride...but he was suffering....the pain was so great and afterwards he appeared so lost & confused....heavy panting...he would find a place to hide....I knew I had to let him go....I didn't even wait to hear the test result....


I took my little fellow to the vet and held him in my arms...and he was content to be held close which was mighty special to me...I put a blanket on my lap, held him and his bunny rabbit as he was given a sedative...his heavy panting eased and he napped in my arms...I had one of my hands under him where I could feel the steady beat of his heart and as the doctor slowly injected my precious puppy's heart stopped beating....he went easy...his heart just stopped and mine hurt so very much...couldn't help the tears that ran down my face as I kissed him one last time...I wrapped him like a baby along with his bunny rabbit in a blanket and brought him home to bury....although my selfish ole heart didn't want to ever say goodbye....I know I showed my little fellow one last act of genuine love by letting him go...no more pain for him....I had eleven wonderful years with him and although I wanted many more years...I'm thankful for the eleven I had...he was a mighty special little pet....My daughter named him Kiwi...but my husband always called him Puppy...so Puppy stuck and became his name....Rest in peace my sweet little friend...you were loved from the first moment I saw you with those huge ears that were way too big for your little head : ))