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Some of you know that 4 weeks ago on Friday, I had to say goodbye to my beloved Rosebud the Dobergirl. Pic here is from May, she was around 11 years young.
Rose was a rescue Dobe that I got through Duluth Animal Shelter, they called and asked if I would take her in as a foster, but she stayed for 8 years.
It was just one of the large handful of 'worst days of my life' that all happened in 400 days, having to have to say that final farewell to my girl who helped me through the angst associated with losing my Brother, Mother & Father so close in time, was kind of like the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak.
I did a lot of nursing this past 9 months of Rose's life to keep her with me as long as possible, but none at the expense of her comfort. My Mom loved Rose, and would always be excited to see her. When the 1 year anniversary of losing my Mom approached, and Rose grew more wobbly, I simply prayed she would live past that date, for the loss might be too much to bear beforehand.
My prayer was answered. On August 10th, Rose was a healthy happy girl. On the 11th, Rose was wobbly and rickety and acting like she was not having a good time at all. She was itchy and couldn't see for months. her blindness made her uncomfortable and afraid.
The day the stumbling started, was the day I made the appointment. Any second thoughts I had up until that time were quantified when Rose literally fell out of the car at the vet. A few weeks earlier, when bringing Paris to the vet for shots, Rose for the first time ever, tried to climb out of the car window to follow us because she was afraid and couldn't see. ...that was pretty much a killer and my sign to be keenly aware our time was short!
When do you know it is time?
It is not an easy answer. My vet says it is time when watching your pet no longer gives you joy. That is a fairly definite answer, but as I have discovered, it is not all encompassing. Only we know, as individuals, when the time comes.
So, I am on a quest to find a Doberkid. I search rescue and breeders, being very careful of each...
Rose was a rescue Dobe that I got through Duluth Animal Shelter, they called and asked if I would take her in as a foster, but she stayed for 8 years.
It was just one of the large handful of 'worst days of my life' that all happened in 400 days, having to have to say that final farewell to my girl who helped me through the angst associated with losing my Brother, Mother & Father so close in time, was kind of like the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak.
I did a lot of nursing this past 9 months of Rose's life to keep her with me as long as possible, but none at the expense of her comfort. My Mom loved Rose, and would always be excited to see her. When the 1 year anniversary of losing my Mom approached, and Rose grew more wobbly, I simply prayed she would live past that date, for the loss might be too much to bear beforehand.
My prayer was answered. On August 10th, Rose was a healthy happy girl. On the 11th, Rose was wobbly and rickety and acting like she was not having a good time at all. She was itchy and couldn't see for months. her blindness made her uncomfortable and afraid.
The day the stumbling started, was the day I made the appointment. Any second thoughts I had up until that time were quantified when Rose literally fell out of the car at the vet. A few weeks earlier, when bringing Paris to the vet for shots, Rose for the first time ever, tried to climb out of the car window to follow us because she was afraid and couldn't see. ...that was pretty much a killer and my sign to be keenly aware our time was short!
When do you know it is time?
It is not an easy answer. My vet says it is time when watching your pet no longer gives you joy. That is a fairly definite answer, but as I have discovered, it is not all encompassing. Only we know, as individuals, when the time comes.
So, I am on a quest to find a Doberkid. I search rescue and breeders, being very careful of each...
Oh the training and lessons to teach. 
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