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Skooter |
This is a sad case of what cruel people can do to such a precious doggie. Skooter was given to a shelter in this condition, we were contacted to save him after he had to wait there in his condition for a miserable 3 days. It took a great team of rescue work to bail him out and for him to arrive to my home. He was only in my care for 2 short days but, in them short days he got more attention than he'd ever had known.
Skooter was a senior dog, the vet couldn't even determine his age due to his condition. He was completely blind and deaf. But, that little guy had learned the smell of me. When I went to take care of him, and walk into the room, his little nose would start snuffing the smell of his mama. He would find me too. In his last hours he couldn't even raise his little head, yet he'd still try to find me, as he followed the smell. It was the cutest thing.
He suffered from many skin problems also. Which the vet was going to address. But, by that time his health was too far gone. He had a lump on his throat and one on his little tail. The lumps were the least of concern to the vet. There was so much wrong with him. The vet said that this hadn't happened in days, or weeks, this had taken years of neglect.
On Monday, July 30th, little Skooter went to the Rainbow Bridge, where he will never have to suffer at the hands of people again. Owners that he probably trusted to care for him, but only had failed him.
In his last days, at least he knew what love was. I cleaned his eyes from all the infection that were in them. Gave him the eye medicine he should of had years ago for them. At least he finally had comfort in his eyes, just due to lack of care is the reason he was blind. He produced no tears, therefore he had dry eyes, a simple trip to the vet, and putting the medicine in his eyes would of kept his vision. But the owners failed him on that too. He got a bath, the water was black from how dirty he was and the smell of his skin, you can only imagine. I trimmed his matts out of his hair. He was clean, probably the cleanest he'd ever had been. After his bath, he did the normal doggie thing, roll and roll on the rugs. He was happy as could be, he was clean!
Later that night his health was starting to fail. He no longer could get up on his hind quarters. He was slipping fast. I knew in my heart he wasn't going to make it but, yet you hold onto hope for him. Knowing that now he would stand a chance at a good life. That night, I went and bought Skooter a can of wet dog food. I knew he wasn't going to survive so, I wanted to treat him to something special in this life. That little guy ate a half a can, licked his bowl as clean as could be. He had a full belly, warm bedding, and he snuggled in and went to sleep that evening.
By the next morning, he had really went further downhill, he could no longer get up at all. He couldn't stand and would potty on himself. I had to hold his little head up so he could drink his water. He was going fast. Later that morning, little Skooter, took his trip to Rainbow Bridge. He will never again no pain, nor neglect.
It was a short time in my care, but I will never forget that little guy. He taught me how cruel people can be, and at the same time he taught me that no matter how bad someone had treated him, he still found his mama, by the snuffle of scent.
Little Skooter was laid to rest in my back yard, a place where at least he last knew love, kindness, and a full belly. He knew his mama, and he will now always remain with me too.
Love his 'furever mama',
Michelle |
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ELSA* |
Dear Angie and everyone at Westie Rescue,
It is a very sad time here. Yesterday, Miss Elsa went to be with Rooty and Katie. Just like Rooty, her kidneys started failing, and then totally shut down. We have been battling for a couple of weeks here, trying anything and everything. She would start to perk up, and give me so much hope, but finally the day came when her little body could do no more. She tried so hard..and all I could see in her eyes was that she did not want to leave me.
You know my policy here. It may appear that I let things go on too long..that I don't want to let go. People tell me not to let them suffer.
She did not suffer. She only gave me the time I needed to exhaust every last possibility. The vet(s) did all the final tests, and confirmed that there was no kidney function. They confirmed for me what I knew when I woke up with her that morning. It was time. I held her in my arms, and she knew that someone truly loved her to the very last.
She would have been here 3 years this July. (15 years young) That was more than enough time to steal my heart, which she did. She was the first gal that WRM entrusted into my care. I said from day one that her and Rooty may as well have been raised together. They got along from the first minute and did
everything together. That makes it extra-difficult for me, because it almost feels like losing Rooty all over again. I went no place or did anything without Elsa's watchful eye on me. Now I turn around and expect her to be there. I buried her next to Rooty, because that is where she belongs.
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The only smile I can force right now is when I think of that little lady's personality. I will always have all the good memories of her. She was the queen here. The intelligence she had !!! The things that she would do for me with just a slight hand signal, people refused to believe that she was totally deaf. Those people that "rejected" her that you adopted her out to, in Chesterfield, have no idea of what they missed. I feel that they did not deserve the joy that she gave to me, if they were not willing to invest a little effort. She had 3 wonderful years here with us..3 years of keeping me in line, having fun out in the yard, and whatever her heart desired. I like to think that maybe that was 3 extra years maybe she wouldn't have had. Three years is a lot to a westie, but it wasn't long enough for me.
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It's just me and Jordan and Angus now. They are also looking for her..she was the leader. Just about everything here revolved around Elsa's schedule, and we're all just feeling a little lost.
I know she must be put into WRM's records as "one of the ones, who never got to leave rescue". But please put an ( * ) by her name...she was mine.. and she knew it.
Hugs to everyone,
Fred.
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Elsa and Fred
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Mindy
1992-2005 |
Mindy came to live with us in August, 2002. She had been living in a home in New York state and had been used as a breeding dog all of her life. She had been owner-released to a shelter. The rescue group we were involved with, Westie Rescue of Missouri, found out about her and had one of their Rescue Angels pull her. This same Rescue Angel flew with Mindy to Illinois, where we picked her up. We were supposed to be her foster family. Little did we know the magic this little Westie would work on us!
We took her in for her routine medical care; shots, dental, etc. During the exam they discovered what turned out to be breast cancer. After she recovered from her spay surgery and dental work, she had a breast removed. At that time, they did not think she would live over 6 months. But Mindy had other plans! She recovered but with a bite history and now this diagnosis, her chances of a successful placement were slim. We realized she had determined that she would stay with us FOREVER (the little imp had worked her way into our hearts). There was little discussion necessary—it was a “Done Deal.”
Forever turned out to be just shy of 3 years. Mindy began to show some signs of illness in December of 2004—some coughing. Eventually it was diagnosed as Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis---a/k/a Westie Lung Disease. She only lasted until June 12, 2005 before we knew we had to help ease her suffering.
Mindy was a character—loved her morning cinnamon toast and her weekly McDonald’s double cheeseburger. She also enjoyed an occasional Dairy Queen treat! She enjoyed all of those things on her last day here on earth—waiting ever so impatiently—shifting her weight from left to right as her ice cream was dished out.
She ruled her Queendom with a benevolent paw—showing kindness to many foster dogs that came through our house; helping to teach them all about pack life in a home. Her subjects, Molly, Harley and Sophie all miss her and continue to look for her occasionally. We miss her too!
See you when we meet again at the Bridge, Minder!
Poppa and Momma
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It is with great sadness that we post the following:
The vet has discovered that Sweet William has cancer of the bladder (he has many tumors inside his bladder). Being this far along with a Testicular Tumor and an enlarged heart, we (the vet, foster mom and Luann) have decided it is in his best interest to be put to sleep to ease his pain and suffering. It is very, very sad for this sweet dog, another fine mess puppy mills allow these wonderful dogs to get into and never bothering to vet properly - Sweet William would stand and drip urine, shiver in pain and look at you for help - which was never given him... instead he was manhandled and tossed into cage after cage to breed and produce puppies that in turn would make the puppy mills money. We only wish we could have gotten him sooner.
Please light a candle for Sweet William tonight. Hold him in your thoughts and prayers. He survived the puppy mill, only to loose his life this side of freedom.
Will this madness every stop? :( Look at his photo... the stains on his fur are from the filth/feces he had to stand in for so many years.
Angie
Westie Rescue of Missouri
5/18/05
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