This week started with us having 12 dogs - each so different - all very much loved. There were 5 that lived outside, Rocco, JC, Colonel, Maybelline and Raven. I have very serious chronic back problems and it got very difficult to care for them - just going out to feed them was difficult some days. They also were escape artists. Even though we had an electic fence, they would find a way to get out and I would have to go fill a hole or mend the fence. Very early Tuesday morning they did just that and I couldn't take it anymore. I had been trying to find a no-kill shelter but none could take large breed dogs because they were so full already. I had to call animal control. They came that afternoon and picked up 4 of the 5. The 5th, Colonel, wouldn't come out from under the house. My husband is a trucker and came home on Wednesday. He took Colonel in on Thursday. He had a long conversation with the supervisor and we learned some wonderful news. This shelter will keep the dogs as long as they have the room and nobody takes them. They will help them with any medical probles, clean them up and make them pretty again. They'll also make sure, if they can't all be in the same pen, that at least they'll be able to see each other. They've been together since they were tiny pups - all but Rocco are litter mates and they were born here. If they do end up running out of room, they will send them to a no-kill shelter south of us that they work with. So my husband and I felt better about what had to be done.
Then there was Chewy. Chewy has been fighting pain from something pressing on the nerve in his neck. He's been on medication (Chewy was almost 11 years old) because surgery was out of the question, both financially and because of his age. After taking Tramadol, Prednisone and an anti-biotic for 3 weeks, he was placed on Rimadyl. It seemed to work at first but eventually he went from 2 a day to 3 to 4, which was as much as he could take. He had a couple of good days early in the week, but went downhill very quickly to the point he cried all night Thursday. We made the decision yesterday to send him to the Rainbow Bridge.
Chewy was such a special dog, so smart and so good. We both miss him terribly already. It's just not the same without that big black dog lying on the floor in whatever room we happen to be in.
Chewy came into our lives when he was just 7 weeks old. I only hope, in all that time, I made him as happy as he made us.
Goodbye, Chewmonster. We love you and miss you so much.
RIP Chewy.
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