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*tears up* I'm a regular bucket of tears this evening... It's always so hard to lose a pet.. no matter if it's yours or not..

I'd love to hear happy tales too, that's why I put a few of Kai's up. I have so many more but I had to get the hard stuff out of me.

I think I would have adored Cody.. feisty spirits <3
and Lacy ... a lover is always welcomed.

Eranas - oh dear.. I don't even know what to say to that.. I have a kitty right now, Thea.. and after Kai I think I'd curl up and give up on pets if I lost her like that...

Our vet was incredibly kind to us... but not all of them are that way.. The worst is just trying to remember that you gave Misty a beautiful life while you had him... it doesn't make anybody feel better.. but it is the truth

Isn't that the most amazing thing? I had a stray boy for awhile, Bulloo that nursed one me -constantly- it's such a feeling of "I'm so loved" ...

Awwwr~ *giggles a bit*

My Thee is a foot-weaver, ugh. I've been tripped so many times and she always looks at me like =I'm= the idiot.

Some days it's all I can do not to kick her for it.. but then the next moment she's purring in my ear and I feel like I'm such a jerk.

Kai sounded like one hell of a dog and its a tragedy that she left so young; but at least she lived what sounded like a wonderful life. I know it wasn't your intention to have your story bring tears to my eyes, seeing how you were merely just reliving the life you had with her but dogs have a certain spot in my heart and it did make me tear up; I even cried when I read a story of how one of my friend's dog died so I'm such a baby when it comes to these things. I have never gone through such a heart breaking experience like this myself, seeing how I can only just imagine how hard it must be loosing a pet that you were so close to.

While reading your story though, it did bring up the current predicament with one of my dogs that is going on right now and just thinking about it also was the cause of me tearing up. My eldest dog of ten years which whom I have ever since she was six weeks old, Chloe, had recently been found with bumps growing around her belly. Long story short, they were tumors and after much scans and such, the vet says they are not cancerous though we should still watch to see if the lumps are growing or if any more appear. The thought of my dog possibly having cancer, my first real pet I've ever had and just one of my best friends, really teared me up inside. I remember I would cry whenever I thought about it; I guess you can say I'm not ready for her to leave me but then again, who really is? Anyway, she is doing fine right now but we do plan on getting more tests done on her to make sure the lumps haven't gotten worse. At one point she lost six pounds unexpectedly and it was a scare in the family, luckily though she'd gained a pound last time we took her to the vet.

Anyway, I wish you luck on your quest :] and thank you for sharing Kai's tale. I enjoyed getting to know your dog through what information you supplied and the meaning behind this whole quest.

Swirly, I have to say, your Kai was a beautiful soul. Her story made me cry and remember my little boy dog Sammy.

Sammy was a German Shepard (actually got him while my stepfather was stationed there and he had wolf in his family somewhere) and he was very much my dog. Loved to sleep with me and cuddle too. When he was a pup, he used to hide under our couch and table, he'd still try to when he was older as well. That didn't work too well as you can probably imagine.

My favorite thing he used to do when he was little was go up the stairs after us and when we cam back down, so did he. Only he never walked down. He sit down and scoot himself down the stairs one at a time, going 'ow' the entire way down. (It was just one set of stairs. The little monster was just a drama king.) It always made me giggle when he did that. Still does to this day.

Anyway, he came with us when mom and my stepfather got divorced. We ended up making a stop on the way back from Germany in NY. He LOVED the snow outside LaGuardia. It was such a riot to watch him run up and down the street as far as his leash would let him to jump into the snow. We literally had to drag him back to the airport so we could make our connecting flight to Florida. Sammy was NOT amused.

The last (albeit we didn't know it would be) month of his life we lived with my uncle. There were no apartments available at the time so he let us stay with him. A decision we both regret to this day along with my decision to try to teach Sammy tricks. His favorite was to jump over my leg. February passed quickly into March, which meant not only my birthday, but my younger twin cousins' as well. There was a big outdoor party/barbecue with lots of streamers and balloons. By the way, I know hate both of those things and you're about to see why.

A week after the party, the streamers and balloons had yet to be taken down. One had fallen and my uncle was playing with Sammy with it. That was fine, the balloon was never held too far off the ground. It finally got popped a few hours later. Little did I know that he would decide he wanted the balloons higher off the ground as well. A couple of days later, he went for one of the high ones and I guess he just landed badly. He broke his right front paw and had to have a steel plate with screws put in. We also had to put one of those godforsaken cones around his head so he couldn't chew the paw like he did the first two days after the surgery. -_- Silly monster of mine couldn't leave the blasted paw alone. We took the cone off after they said it was safe to and he was back licking and chewing it again. He did something to the paw and needed another surgery. I was in school that day. Mom took him and we waited. A couple of hours later we got a call no pet owner wants to get. My beautiful protective boy was dead. His heart failed after they put him under anesthesia. I remember screaming that they were wrong, my Sammy couldn't be dead. After all, he was only 3 years old.. His heart was strong. I guess I was wrong.


I didn't eat for a week after that. I didn't even get to say good-bye to him. We couldn't afford to get his corpse back from the vet. I don't even know what happened to him after they called us. I still don't. I've never really forgiven myself or my uncle for his death. I haven't talked about Sammy in a long time either. It was and is still too painful sometimes. I only have a Polaroid picture of him, I need to find it and see if I can scan it into the computer. I miss my furbaby so much. It took me a long time to let another pet into my life.

Now I'm looking at my old lady kitty and worrying about how much time we have left together. She's 9 this year so who knows right? She's got a better chance than most cats because she's strictly indoors. Anyway, that's the story I thought I'd share. It feels good to talk about him again. He was a wonderful pet.

My fiancee's parents did end up getting a puppy. Jake was becoming nuts not having someone to curl up with and Mindy always sleeps in her crate so that wasn't helping with the problem. [Mindy is a shih tzu]. And with Jake never in his whole life really slept or played by himself without Cody, so his behavior was just going downhill. His sister down in NC talked them into taking in a puppy the rescue she volunteers for had gotten in. And homg the puppy whose name is Charlotte, is so adorable! 8D They've had her for a couple of months now and she cracks me up every time I see her. Whenever she sees someone, not only does her tail wag, her whole entire back end is just going nuts. So when she's walking while wagging her hind-end she looks so nuts. xD And she goes absolutely crazy when she finds my son. She just starts licking his face all over and Michael is looking up at me going "Wtf mommy. None of the other animals have done this to meeee. D8"

Then there are all the times when Jake starts howling at the sirens and Mindy wants to be just like Jake, attempts to howl but it just comes out as high pitch barking because she can't howl at all.

They also have two cats. Franklin and Lola. Franklin is the lovey dovey give me attention cat. Though when both Michael and his cousin[who is 9hrs younger] are around, he sulks because the babies are getting the attention and not him. He was so pissed the one time that when my fiancee's cousin went to pick him up, he refused to acknowledge her simply because she had been paying attention to the babies. xD
Lola on the other hand well, she's interesting. She will put the dogs in their place. The dogs are scared of her. She will also at dinner time find an empty chair at the table, hop up, sit, and meow, trying to get food. Which she isn't allowed to have as she has diabetes.