When I ended up with Pooh a year ago it was really not by choice......but necessity. One of those you need to step up moments that you occasionally have in rescue. It really wasnt that no one else would take her but more like the person that would take her was already doing more than their fair share. So I took her for what was suppose to be 6 months, just till her foster mom got back from wintering in AZ. I remember about three weeks into having Pooh Dave asking when Elaine was going to be back and I will never forget the look on his face when I said June. Oops I forgot to mention that I guess. But Pooh thrived at my house and as time went on Pooh became a regular dog. Which for me was very rewarding because I was there when she was pulled out of the Sweet Pea puppy Mill 4 years ago. I was there when not 1 but 2 people adopted her and returned her because she didnt bond with them enough for them to want to keep her forever. Pooh was up for adoption but really who was going to adopt a 12 year old Chihuahua on meds for an enlarged heart. So when ever I referred to Pooh it was as my foster hospice dog but only because no one will adopt her because of her age not because she is dying. When her foster mom arrived back I decided to continue keeping Pooh because there are only certain types I can foster and Pooh fit one of the types which freed up her foster mom to foster other dogs. Dave asked mid June if Elaine had gotten back yet I said yes but I gave her a different dog to which I got the I feel like I live in a litter box speech. Yeah Yeah I say rolling my eyes and shaking my head. About a month ago Pooh had an episode of retaining fluid so we had to add Lasix to her meds just temporarily but when we tried to back it off she had another episode. It was then I decided to adopt Pooh......just because it mattered to me she was mine at the end and not just my foster dog. So a couple weeks ago I took her off the adoption listings and sent in my adoption donation. I think Pooh always felt like she was mine though so it was more for my benefit than hers. Last night as I was getting ready to turn out the lights for bed I look at Pooh sitting in her bed looking at me as if saying hey you forgot to hug me today. So I picked her up and held her close as I try and do daily despite feeling like I am forcing myself on her. She has never relaxed or ever acted like she enjoyed being held but would tolerate me doing it. When I set her back down in her bed she fell over almost as though paralyzed and when I tried to stand her on her feet she did the same. I wrapped her in a blanket and got in bed with her where she laid relaxed against me for the first time ever and took her last breath at midnight on the nose. RIP my little Pooh. You are right there at the top of the list of best things I have ever done.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 17:06:34 +0000
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