corbinam
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These were my thoughts exactly this morning when I read your log--I just couldn't vocalize them.
Thinking of you.
Almost that time of the year again..
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These were my thoughts exactly this morning when I read your log--I just couldn't vocalize them.
Thinking of you.
PreciousSheltie
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I completely understand your pain and reading your thread...I shouldn't have...I was reliving our Bear's final moments...and it was as painful to me now as it was then..We said goodbye to him in 2009 and only this year are we able to bring another Sheltie into our lives...it took so very long to heal...my heart reaches out to you...as I am sure everyone's heart who has been touched like this is...
Thank you Bwauer. I appreciate your replyThank you for that kind reply Melissa. What a great quote too, I agree 100%: I COULD have missed the pain but I would have missed having her mean so much to me. Your positive thoughts were well received by both Precious and I, thank you.
Sitting here crying aftef reading your log. Brought back memories of loosing our baby 2 years ago too. Precious was very lucky to have such a loving and caring family to give her a happy life. I know that was the most difficult decision ever but one made with the utmost love and unselfishness. Precios was blessed to have you. Hugs to you
<3<3<3 Thank you everyone.. You have no idea how comforting these responses are. Means a lot. <3
PreciousSheltie
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Thank you Ashley <3
PreciousSheltie
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<3 You are in my thoughts, as well. Thank you, my friend.
OntarioSheltie
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I'm sorry! I just realized that I used Precious' name and Pudding's interchangeably. Sorry about that! I was at work and doing a few things at once while trying to chose the right words to write in the thread and thinking about what you went through with Pudding and I guess I got mixed up.
I also forgot to add to give Precious lots of hugs. Hugging your fur kids always helps a little, no matter what it is you're going through.
Also sending cyber hugs your way.
PreciousSheltie
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I'm sorry! I just realized that I used Precious' name and Pudding's interchangeably. Sorry about that! I was at work and doing a few things at once while trying to chose the right words to write in the thread and thinking about what you went through with Pudding and I guess I got mixed up.
I also forgot to add to give Precious lots of hugs. Hugging your fur kids always helps a little, no matter what it is you're going through.
Also sending cyber hugs your way.
It's okay
I knew, that's why I said the positive thoughts all around were well received. Regardless of the name mix-ups. Thank you for thinking of us so much during this time <3 Hugging Precious definitely helps I read your journal with a huge lump forming in my throat. Michelle, I know she was very young to die but in her short little life she brought you important lessons that will make you a better person. Celebrate her through your love and attentiveness to Precious. Pudding gave you strength, compassion, and determination - lifelong gifts from her to you. Remember this when you are faced with indecision. By doing this you'll keep her alive in your heart and mind forever.
PreciousSheltie
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Very comforting words indeed, I appreciate you reading and replying, Joann. It's hard to talk about Pudding in person often, I rarely do, because it's hard not to talk about her without a lot of tears and a croaky cracking voice.. As Melissa said, the tragedy of Pudding's seizures does still haunt me. All the loss or derangement of consciousness after her seizures were over.. Seeing her with her tail tucked between her legs while hiding in a corner trying to figure out what just happened. I've never seen her eyes so wild than those post-seizure moments. Being non-responsive to us, running away from us in fear even. Pacing, scrambling, and shaking. All the involuntary urination during her seizure and massive amount of salivation and foam everywhere. She always looked so, SO incredibly ashamed and embarrassed afterwards, standing wobbly in her urine drenched fur. I always told her she was my beautiful little girl, and that a little pee and spit didn't bother me. The worst was when she'd seize on the hardwood floor or tiles, I'd run to her when I heard thrashing start, open my palm up under her head and try to stop her from violently bashing her head in to the hard ground. Many times she'd whip her head so violently that more often than not, there would be blood splattered all across the floors from her biting her tongue really hard.. I swear it looked like a movie's murder scene. All the blood... All the chaos. They tell you that during these times you need to stay calm, and like I mentioned earlier, focus on writing the seizure log. All I could each and every time was weep silently by her side while waiting for her to come out of it. Cushioning her head with something soft like a towel or my palm, while stroking her with the other as I timed the length of the seizure and still maintained enough composure to observe and log afterwards. It was weird. Everyone else my young age was out partying, having fun, playing. I'd always rather stay home just to be by her side to make sure she was going to be okay. I thought she was going to be okay.....
It's... hard.. You want to be there for them as much as they've been there for you. Keep them healthy, safe, and strong. But in the end, when they pass, so tragically.... All you feel is failure. Like, you've failed them.. Because you just couldn't do anything more than watch them die..
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