Jenlynn
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- Nov 19, 2011
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- Parrots
- Congo African Grey, Sun Conure, and Blue Indian Ringneck
My little dog Rum finally lost her battle with mammary cancer on Tuesday. She was only 9, barely even middled aged for a Dachshund. This awful journey began in January with surgery and continued into March with chemo. We thought she was in remission and were so happy to have beaten it for the time being, but just 4 weeks after her last chemo and exactly one week ago we noticed a few hours here and there with labored breathing. We made a vet appointment and our worst fears were confirmed, it spread to her lungs. We went to feeling victorious to hopeless in a matter of moments. We were sent home with herbal medicines to slow it down and try to make her comfortable. The vet said we would know when it was time. She had a beautiful weekend with us and beautiful Monday. We took her for car rides, visiting old friends, walks outside. Anything we knew she loved, we did. The last 3 days of her life, I wasn't more than a foot away from her. I just wanted to hold her and take her in because I knew my moments were few. Tuesday was very different and like the vet said, we knew it was time. She still was herself, but you could tell she was starting to feel some discomfort beyond the heavy breathing. Luckily our vet office was able to come out and Rum passed on the livingroom couch with me, my mom, dad, and grandmother with her. For the past week I couldn't heal because every day I watched her breathing heavy my heart kept breaking...I told my mom that morning its best for Rum, even thought it will break our hearts. Your heart can't heal if its breaking more and more, that day it broke completely and I pray now will begin the healing process.
She was bought for free on breeding rights, but somehow I ended up buying 3 of those little puppies she produced because I fell in love. I'm grateful now though, they are pieces of her and I feel my heart lighter when I see them. She survived a back injury she got during a bath and after a week of sedation in ICU spent months in chiro and lazer therapy 4 years ago. She made a full recovery. When people hear she passed, the first thing many ask is wow, after you spent all that money. How do you feel? I feel like if I could buy her another 3.5 happy months, I'd do it again and pay double. For the price of a vacation that lasts a week, I bought 3 months of pure happiness.
She was just a once in a lifetime dog...
She was so little and petite. Even her ears were small for a Dachshund and would stick out from her head. She was the most gorgeous bright red color.
She was my little hoarder. My mom rearranged her room and found about 15 chewed up ballpoint pens, a cob of corn all dried out (like months after we had corn last) and a ham soup bone all under her bed. We were horrified. So was Rum, we found her stash. We called the underside of Mom's bed the Doxie Domaine. Nothing else could fit under that bed but her. She would somehow get into the garbage and you'd hear snooping in the kitchen and then little legs running as fast as they could up the steps. That was if you caught her. Apparently the ham bone and corn were stolen when no one was looking.
She would go through walmart or target bags after we got home. When she came upon a dog outfit or dog toy, she'd get super excited. She knew what was for her vs the boring human items.
She loved toys with long arms and squeakers. She'd bite any stranger who tried to touch those toys, but let us do anything with them.
If she'd see dog clothes she would jump up and help you put them on her. She'd wear them for days if you let her. When she was happy her whole but would wag. She was content to cuddle all day and loved to be between you and the couch or under your blanket right up against your leg. She'd burrow under blankets and was an excellent heater in the winter.
She'd jump on the floor in the car at the drive through. We'd say Rum was "assuming her position" waiting for a wayward french fry or chicken nugget.
If there was bad weather, she'd have to be within a 2 feet of u, and would often have some part of herself touching you. When she was scared she'd jump into my arms. When I was laying next to her crying this past week, she gave me kisses. She felt my pain and tried to comfort me even in her last moments. She adored us.
We adored her too.
Thank you for letting me vent. I can't wait until the day all of those memories only bring smiles and not tears. Here are some pictures of my little girl.
Rum on her way to a chemo appointment-here we had hope
Rum on Easter this year, she loved the outside
Rum with Gabe and Sporty. Her brindle bother Gabe is sad she's gone. Rum is now with her big golden retriever sister Sporty who passed a few years ago, hopefully in heaven waiting for us
She was bought for free on breeding rights, but somehow I ended up buying 3 of those little puppies she produced because I fell in love. I'm grateful now though, they are pieces of her and I feel my heart lighter when I see them. She survived a back injury she got during a bath and after a week of sedation in ICU spent months in chiro and lazer therapy 4 years ago. She made a full recovery. When people hear she passed, the first thing many ask is wow, after you spent all that money. How do you feel? I feel like if I could buy her another 3.5 happy months, I'd do it again and pay double. For the price of a vacation that lasts a week, I bought 3 months of pure happiness.
She was just a once in a lifetime dog...
She was so little and petite. Even her ears were small for a Dachshund and would stick out from her head. She was the most gorgeous bright red color.
She was my little hoarder. My mom rearranged her room and found about 15 chewed up ballpoint pens, a cob of corn all dried out (like months after we had corn last) and a ham soup bone all under her bed. We were horrified. So was Rum, we found her stash. We called the underside of Mom's bed the Doxie Domaine. Nothing else could fit under that bed but her. She would somehow get into the garbage and you'd hear snooping in the kitchen and then little legs running as fast as they could up the steps. That was if you caught her. Apparently the ham bone and corn were stolen when no one was looking.
She would go through walmart or target bags after we got home. When she came upon a dog outfit or dog toy, she'd get super excited. She knew what was for her vs the boring human items.
She loved toys with long arms and squeakers. She'd bite any stranger who tried to touch those toys, but let us do anything with them.
If she'd see dog clothes she would jump up and help you put them on her. She'd wear them for days if you let her. When she was happy her whole but would wag. She was content to cuddle all day and loved to be between you and the couch or under your blanket right up against your leg. She'd burrow under blankets and was an excellent heater in the winter.
She'd jump on the floor in the car at the drive through. We'd say Rum was "assuming her position" waiting for a wayward french fry or chicken nugget.
If there was bad weather, she'd have to be within a 2 feet of u, and would often have some part of herself touching you. When she was scared she'd jump into my arms. When I was laying next to her crying this past week, she gave me kisses. She felt my pain and tried to comfort me even in her last moments. She adored us.
We adored her too.
Thank you for letting me vent. I can't wait until the day all of those memories only bring smiles and not tears. Here are some pictures of my little girl.
Rum on her way to a chemo appointment-here we had hope
Rum on Easter this year, she loved the outside
Rum with Gabe and Sporty. Her brindle bother Gabe is sad she's gone. Rum is now with her big golden retriever sister Sporty who passed a few years ago, hopefully in heaven waiting for us
