pet grief

TALLULAH, THE LABRADOR RETRIEVER/WHIPPET RESCUE DOG (PART 1)

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“I’ve always loved dogs.

I got Tally when I was in college, two years ago.

I got another dog first, but he was already sick with heart worm.

I didn’t want him to die in the shelter, so I adopted him and got him treated, but he died six months later from a grand mall seizure, related to his heart worm.

I knew I wanted to get another dog, so I waited until I went back home to Florence, Alabama and went to the local shelter, where I met Tally.”

CHARLIE MEATBALL, THE RIDGEBACK MIX RESCUE, (SHE SAID, PART 1)

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” The first month my ex-boyfriend and I started dating, my fourteen year old black lab, Calvin, died.

He came with me when it was time to euthanize him.

That was definitely a bonding experience.

After 6 months of dating we moved in together and I insisted we get a dog.

He didn’t want a dog, so we put it off for a month.”

Preston, the Failed Show Dog Rescue, And Scarlet, the Black Labrador Mix, Rescue (Part 1)

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“We got Preston as a result of a sad event.

We’ve always had Vizsla’s and Preston is our third.

Our first Vizsla, Lucas died at 15 years old, and we got a puppy soon after, called Theo.

We were on vacation and Theo was hit by a car at 20 months and died instantly.

We were devastated and a breeder friend of ours called and said he had a male Vizsla that was a six month old failed show dog that needed a home.”

Koda, the intuitive German Shepherd (part 3)

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“Having Koda is like having a kid together.

He adjusted pretty well after my dog died.

We treated him like he’s a member of the family.

He is never without us.

He travels with us, wherever we go.

The best of times with Koda, is when I am in NYC because walking around with him encourages me to explore areas I wouldn’t otherwise see.”

Teller, Ivy, and Zoe, the Family of Bearded Collies (part 1)

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“I’ve had dogs all my life.

When I moved from Argentina to Manhattan I didn’t have the heart to have a large dog, but I promised my seven kids we would get a dog when we moved into a house and had the space and time to care for a dog.

We moved to Riverdale and got a Bearded Collie.  After a few years we got second Beardie.

The first Beardie lived to be eleven and the younger one died at only three, from epilepsy.

I could not get another dog because I felt I would be trying to replace the other two, but every time I walked in the street and saw a Bearded Collie, my heart would jump out.”

 

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 4)

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“I filed for separation from my husband a few months after Nutmeg died.

I realized that both Nutmeg and Diego were my guardian angels.

Throughout the stress of divorce and daily life, my dogs have been a grounding force.

They’ve been angelic.

They have wisdom.

Having dogs has centered my focus.

No matter what I am going through, I always have a reason to get up, walk, and feed Diego.

I always have a grounding responsibility that is a privilege.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 3)

“Nutmeg died in front of Diego and me.  It was painful to watch.

I thought Diego was going to die, too.

He literally shut down.  He stopped eating, going to the bathroom and he wouldn’t move.

It took weeks for him to recover.

I started to feed him home cooked meat and let him lay down anywhere.  The furniture that had been forbidden for the dogs was now welcome for Diego to lay on.

I was willing to do whatever it took to get him back to the living.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 2)

“Nutmeg went from being malnourished and frightened to learning that she was safe and healthy.

She became a vivacious diva.

She was both regal and goofy.

She had a giant overbite which made her look like a dork.

But, she also looked regal, like something out of European aristocracy (as the greyhounds often look).

I adopted Diego while I still had Nutmeg.

I wanted a baby and my husband (at the time) wasn’t right for the job.  He was neither willing nor capable.

I had more love to give and I rescued another greyhound; Diego.

At first, Nutmeg couldn’t be bothered with Diego, but he has this sweet genuine quality and eventually she gave in.

Diego would stand by Nutmeg, guarding her.

She was his queen.  It was phenomenal to watch.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 1)

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“I started working with greyhound rescue 2o years ago.

Through that process, I learned about racing and abuse and the rescue efforts that were going on around the country.

That’s when I met my first greyhound, Nutmeg.

I got her in February, 2001.  She had been severely beaten and abused.

She was physically beaten and was afraid of everything, from different noises to her own fur coat.  She had been malnourished and her coat was patchy and thin.  Her skin was really dry.  Dogs’s skin and coat is a sign of their health and Nutmeg was in bad shape.

I worked with her to bring her back to optimal health.”

Figaro, the true companion (part 3)

“My last dog, Figaro 1 was also a purebred Golden Retriever who died of cancer.

I will get another dog, but it will not be a purebred, it will be a mutt.

They are healthier.

I find living near Central Park is great for dogs.

They get to socialize with people and other dogs.

Losing Figaro is a sad moment, but I have to face it.

I don’t want him in any agony or pain.

My veterinarian gave me his personal phone number so I can call him any day or night.”