Wednesday, April 16, 2014

We'll Meet Again One Day Pupnick!


Quite a lot of crafting has been taking place over the past couple of months. I find that when I am stressed I either turn to my knitting or sewing as a kind of comfort. Why am I stressed? Last November my little boy Dogman needed an emergency appointment at the vets, let's just say he wasn't quite himself and I knew there was something wrong. Our fears proved to be correct when on the same day we were told that Chievs (Dogman) had testicular cancer and that it would have to be removed the following morning. The very same day we brought him home and we nursed him back to full health.

Then in December my other half Paul was involved in a car accident which saw his car totalled when a set of workmen's ladders came flying off their van at 60mph and straight through his car.  If the wind had not pulled the ladders down the police reckon Paul wouldn't be here today. Thankfully Paul didn't suffer any physical damage, just cognitive in the form of reliving the experience and being later diagnosed as suffering from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder).

Christmas arrived and we celebrated it fully and were thankful that we had made it through all the horribleness practically unscathed. Chievs (Dogman) seemed to return to full health only to experience a few minor health glitches in January and February; losing some fur, then being diagnosed with kidney disease. Tablets seemed to stabilise his condition for a while, but, then in March he seemed to be slowing down. He wasn't enjoying his walks, his eating became erratic, so we scheduled another vet appointment. More tablets were given for his condition and they seemed to work, we did notice that he was urinating more and he was having more toilet accidents in the house; we thought it was the tablets. Then one day as we were grooming him we found a solid area in his stomach, near his right hind leg. Again another appointment was scheduled with the vet and this time we were given two possible scenarios, it could be he has an infection or it could be lymphoma. Blood tests and an x-ray were scheduled and on the 27th of March 2014 I rushed home from work to meet with the vet. We were ushered into a room and told our little furry boy had lymphoma and it was spreading through his body rapidly, we were also told he was in a lot of pain and that it would be better for us to have him put to sleep. We were advised to take our little boy home for one night to care for, pamper and tell him we love him.

Paul stayed up with Chievs all night and in the morning we made him a special breakfast, we took him for his last family walk. Then at  8.45am on the 28th of March 2014, our boy died in our arms. We brought him home together and it only seemed right that we said goodbye together. Our little furry boy was so very much loved and wanted, that the pain we feel from losing him at times is unbearable. We loved you so much Chievs, that's why we couldn't bear to watch you suffer, we wanted you to run free and be happy.

                                                    Chievo Chalmers 21/09/2003-28/03/2014 

                                                 We'll meet you again one day Pupnick, I promise.

                                                      Love from your human mummy and daddy

                                                                                God Bless



  1. Anonymous2:28 AM

    It's been a number of year (five perhaps?) since my husband's dog died. (They came as a package - the husband and the dog.) And reading your words brought it all back ... to the point that I am on my second tissue. They DO take our hearts don't they?

    janeyknitting AT yahoo DOT ca
    (Change caps to symbols and lose the spaces.)

  2. Hi Janey, Thank you. I am so sorry to hear about your dog. You are right they Do take your hearts, they are such a big part of your family and involved in everything you do. There isn't a day goes by just now that doesn't involve thinking about Chievs, gosh, I even thought about him when I hung out the washing yesterday; I used to chase him round the garden. Instead I just stood alone with a tear running down my cheek. I have seen many of my family pets die but, Chievs death has hit me hard, he had such a big presence in my life, well at 10 stone of solid muscle it would have been hard to miss him lol!

    Shirley x


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