Hospice care for senior dogs!
I am glad to have you stop by my post.
I am trying to raise money for dogs in need to provide them vet care, and whatever else they may need during their last days as an earth angel.
I am a dog groomer and volunteer for local rescues. I love all dogs, but senior dogs have a special place in my heart. Through my work I come across many sad stories and I feel it is my calling to stand up for those old dogs that are being dumped or those dogs that have become an inconvenience due to a health issue. I cannot understand why people would give their dogs up for these reasons, but it happens every day.
I want to be there for those type of dogs. With the money received here, I will make sure that those senior dogs that still have a strong will to live and just want to be safe and happy somewhere, will be giving a chance to excatly do that.
My dream is to expand my business into a small boarding facility, where I can help even more senior dogs.
I have lost my senior dog, Busta, two years ago. He was the best dog I could have wished for. We had 11 great years together. Someone had broken his hind legs as a puppy and that made his adoption chances pretty low. We were a match made in Heaven. In the end he was sick with a tumor, but he still had lots of love to give. I would not let him suffer, but as long as he was happy, there was no way I would have given him up.
I want other dogs to be able to live out their last days with love and good memories, instead of dying a lonely death in a shelter.
That is why I am asking for these donations.
I cannot do this alone.
Give your dog a hug right now.
They love you like no other will ever be able to.
PS.: I will update twice a year on how your money has been used.
This is not how this rescue mission was supposed to go. Sorry this time the update is just sad news and no start up victory as with the previous seniors.
After 2 failed attempts to add a new senior to the family since Lady II passed, Bennie finally came along.
Bennie ended up end on June at Chicago Animal Control as a stray. His microchip revealed his owner and the official story is that the owner said " I won't be coming for him".
That equals an owner surrender status, which quickly for an old immobile dog like him, means death row.
My unofficial story is the owner knew Bennie was not well and dropped him off in some unknown neighborhood to fend for himself. For one because he was a coward and could not let Bennie grant his last journey and secondly, because he was probably too cheap to be wanting to pay for an euthanasia appointment.
With the help of a registered rescue I was able to free Bennie. I, as an individual cannot pull animals from CACC myself. When Bennie landed at my house his first response to me when I approached him with a collar, was a deep stern growl. OOOPS!! Okay then, we can try the collar later on.
He mellowed out within hours and on day two he was already out with me off leash. This is not a dog that would leave his home and become a stray. For one I am sure he was very loyal to his owner and secondly Bennie had a lot of growths, a real large inside his hind leg, a broken, flat front paw, etc..... this dog would never wander far.
So the initial exam and blood work seemed all fine and him ready for surgery, planned for after I returned from my vacation. He got a rabies shot, because I needed to board him during my absence and that vaccine really knocked him off his feet. I tried to help him detox from the chemicals and he seemed to get better, but when I returned from vacation, he could no longer use his only good back leg. I tried to care for him as good as I knew and could, but when he could no longer stand on his own to potty, he stopped eating and I could not manage his pain that he was in, it was time to set him free.
So now this dog that I hoped was younger than originally thought, was supposed to get nursed back to health and get adopted. Within only a few days the situation changed and he went from adoptable to my next senior hospice dog.
I have said this before. I am extremely lucky to have an outstanding relationship with my local vet who dropped all their plans for the day when I made that I call that Bennie could not hang on for another day.
Bennie was an old soul. I could feel the rejection he had experienced in life, but he tried to be a big boy about it and shake it off. Past is past.. He was skeptical of new people, but made friends easily. He was a cuddler and really enjoyed giving sloppy kisses, when you laid by his side.
All I can say is that at least I can look back at some pictures we took and he seemed to have forgotten his past and pain for those short moments. He gave me a lot of smiles while his body was telling a different story.
Since I had planned to adopt him out, I had not planned on asking for donations from him.
However I am asking now, if you can, to assist me with the bills ( $525.75 Gofundme, only allows for 3 pics to be uploaded. If you would like to see the copies of the bills, pls shoot me a note. I rather post a memory of him than a bill) that I paid for him out of the senior hospice care fund, so when the next soul in need shows up I can say " I'll take her/him" without hesitation.
No matter how my heart ache and I cry for days before I can collect myself, I will never stop inviting dogs into my home that others have pushed away without looking back.
Lady II passed after Labor Day weekend.
She was not like the old First Lady, but she sure was a Lady. And the resemblance of name, breed, shelter, owner surrender story, senior, no rescue interest, etc. is what saved her from death in a shelter.
We lost the old first Lady in December and one January night I was cruising Facebook and a video of this senior Rottie girl popped up. She did the same kind of twitching with her lips as the old, there were so many similarities and even a growth in the same armpit. I showed the video to Alex and he is the one that wants to be less involved with the dogs said: "Mom, we got to get her." I contacted a Chicago rescue that helps me to pull seniors and next day I was on the transport list to bail her out.
The first week was an adjustment since she did not feel good and her wounds on her paws did not heal well. From the get go, I kept saying her body does not seem right to me. Well the initial exam and blood test in January did not reveal a thing, but she may have been hiding her ailment from the day she got here. I ignored my gut feeling and was to busy ( or in denial) to further investigate it. Not sure, if it would have made a difference in her passing.
Lady did a few things that were unique. She liked order in the house. When Zeus did his obnoxious, no reason, bark, she would face him and make him stop. When the kids ran through the house, she would grab them by the calf to slow them down. The boys did not appreciate it, it made me laugh. She would always bark at me when in the kitchen and she sees me lifting my hand to drink out of something. I will never know what that was about and what her previous owner tried to teach her with that. She also loved to show off that she had learned to walk around someone and go in between the legs from behind and sit down looking up in your face. She made a few of us topple over like that:-)
The story was that she belonged to somebody and he had to leave and left her with a friend or brother, when that owner did not return to get her they dropped her at the shelter.
Lady from day one, did not need a leash on, she would always make sure she knew where I was and when I left her with the other dogs in the backyard, she would break though a spot where it connects to the house and go to the front of the house and wait until I opened the garage.
In summer she started not wanting to go on walks in the backyard anymore. That should have been a clue for me, but I thought it was due to the hot weather. Eventually one day in August she refused to eat. For her, the one that will steal a lemon from me and not give it up, that was big. Things were terribly wrong, she was bleeding internally and all was pointing to spleen cancer again. Same damn cancer my best boy Busta died off over 4 years ago. I got blood tests and xrays done for her and consulted several vets. All came with a different theory, which did not bring us any further. We then went to see another doctor that drew blood out of her belly and said either we go for a $6000 surgery asap in a different location or take her home and make arrangements quickly. The vet agreed that the chances of making it through the surgery in her anemic condition were slim. I knew she would not make it through it, I have played this scenario before. It was so bad that she said she did not think Lady would survive the 20 minutes ride back home. We gave a her Yunnan Bayio pill to stop the bleeding and went home.
Well doctors do not know everything. I continued her on Yunnan Bayio therapy for another good three weeks. She perked back up, ate, went to hang out on the driveway soaking some sun, joined us for bonfires and waged her little stumper tail for me. I saw other posts of dog owners that described how their dogs lasted another few weeks and then thought to myself: " What for...?" Now I know. We really had some great 3 weeks, spend a lot of time with each other, loving on another and they were important and well spent weeks.
Unfortunately, Labor Day weekend she took a turn for the worse and stopped eating and I knew I had to call the vet to help her cross. I spend hours and hours on the floor with her, we laid forehead to forehead sharing our great memories. Oh her fur was just so soft around her neck, I never wanted to let her go. She passed peacefully, which was important for me since my other Lady's passing was rather traumatic.
So here I am sending two great dogs to heaven within 9 months period and I feel like I become colder each time. The hurt really blocks me and I feel it is a very lonely existence since nobody knows your dog like you do. That also means, nobody misses your dog like you do. I really hate how everything needs to continue, like business as usual. "Dog is dead, continue on." I do not think my life style allows for real grieving and processing and it makes me almost angry. I continue on as if nothing happened, but it is a big lie. I am so very sad inside.
The boys asked me to get a puppy next time as they do not want to see me crying anymore, but I know the next senior is already destined to meet me soon.
Lady #2 you were a great dog!!
I thank you for all the love you gave me!
Thank you all for your contributions and helping these awesome dogs to leave this earth with love and dignity.
Happy New Year!
While saving senior dogs is the right thing to do, it sure comes at a price. You end up with a wonderful soul that wants to be your friend, but you also take on a lot of exhausting work, worry, sadness and heartache.
Unfortunately today's update does not come with great news.
My current senior for this fundraiser fell really ill this weekend. Maybe she did weeks back and I tried to ignore it, but this weekend it is obvious that she is not well.
The last few weeks, she did not want to go on our usual walks - because it was so darn hot I figured. The last weeks she was panting more than I am used to - because it was darn hot I figured. She also drank excessively - because it was darn hot I figured.
Well Saturday morning she did not want to eat, so that is a clear sign for her that things are wrong.
I know she is not in best health with her fatty growths and bad hips and all, but I was not ready to see her go ill this fast. The belly is tight and swollen and she was very anemic yesterday and her eyes and ears show signs of liver failure. The big belly and low blood flow give me flashbacks of what I faced with Busta with his spleen cancer 4 years ago.
So tomorrow we are heading to the vet and will most likely have to do full blood work and xrays. I just pray that the results come back with a diagnosis that will be treatable with medicine or better yet, go away by itself, but please no need for surgery.
Your donations help me helping senior dogs like Lady.
I had it on my to do list to update on our sweet Lady, but I fostered a couple of dogs from Chicago Animal Control in the meantime and they took all my attention away from anything extra.
One came to me with a broken jaw, the next at least 30lbs underweight, because someone abandoned her and the next one was in such bad shape that she had to be euthanized at the shelter. The poor soul did not even make it out to die in a peaceful way.
So caring for the sick the last weeks took it's toll on my own dogs. They had to take the shorter end, while I spend most of the time with the dogs here that I had to keep in isolation for at least 10 days.
They are all sweet dogs and are already adopted. So exciting.
Lady my hospice care candidate that I pulled in January has settled in nicely. She is on the quite and low energy side, but she has her moments. If I leave her to long ( as in over 10 minutes) in the backyard, she will break through the fence and wait in front of the garage for me. She has some mild separation anxiety, so if she does not know where I am at, she will take off to find me.
She also has this thing that if I raise a glass to drink, she barks at me. That took some getting used to with my morning coffee. :-) Also when she wants something she will walk around me and squeeze herself through my legs and sit back, which most of the time makes me loose my balance. This is something her previous owner, that just her behind her, must have taught her.
Her blood test came back with good results in January, but something is just not right with her. She is obsessed with drinking very large amounts of water and her breath smells really bad, although I cleaned her teeth and then, well the usual stuff, old bones don't run that fast anymore.
So here you see Dr. Katie from King Veterinary Chiropractic adjusting her, which really helps her. We are on a monthly schedule for that at the moment.
So next month we will have to run some more tests to see what's going on with her. Symptoms point to either cushing's disease or diabetes. Let's hope it is nothing like that and with a proper diet, she can shake off whatever she has going on right now.
Lady wishes you a lovely day, says: "Hug your dog more often!"
Thank you for your support on my mission to safe one at a time.
http://www.petharbor.com/pet.asp?uaid=CHGO.A125965 This old soul popped up on my screen the night I started the fundraiser. I am working with a rescue to see, if he would be a match here. Please keep sharing, once the fundraiser reached $500 the page will go public and many more pet lovers can be reached.
You have a beautiful heart Anja! The LOVE I feel from this made me tear up with gratitude for you and the work you do! Keep going and doing what is the right thing for man kind and animal kind!