Taz was a Dane with a a
gentle and loving nature, he was always a nervous dog outside of the house and
very sensitive to change. He lost the sight in one eye (at 3) due to a cataract
and because of a heart complaint the consultant felt an operation was too risky.
Our vets were wonderful and appreciated that Taz was a special dog with special
needs and kept his visits to a minimum and always examined him outside, even in
snow as he regularly collapsed in panic.
At 4 he developed a second (this time a congenitive) condition that meant that gradually he lost control of certain functions and became unstable on his feet. Tazzie still played and paraded his toys to anyone who visited and was a joy to have in our family.
In August 2003 it was felt that he would be unlikely to make Christmas and he was placed on minimum exercise. Taz being Taz didn't know that and continued being the loving baby he had always been but was noticeably slower. At the end we knew it was time to say goodbye, once again our vets were wonderful and put measures in place to make it as stress free as possible for him. Taz however for the first time in his life, showed no nerves and was finally at peace.
Ricoh
was a Dane of great character, he came to us as a rescue shortly before his
second birthday. He was very thin and a stranger to hugs and kisses. Over his
first two years with us he went from a dog who seldom wagged his tail to dog
that would wag his tail in response to a look from us.
He was to put it mildly (after he found his feet) a dog of great naughtiness, if you heard a crash then Ricoh was normally in the midst of it. If he was not with you then you knew he was foraging for food - he loved to steal.
In January 2004 at 9, Ricoh had his first Gastric Torsion (twisted gut) and had a operation and recovered well. In the February he had his second, no operation this time and bounced back. In the April he had his third and required an operation again as well as the removal of his spleen. He became known as the wonder dog when once again he bounced back within 12 hours.
Sadly on 23 September he had his fourth GT, followed by a fifth the following day and a further one on the 25, at that stage we had to say goodbye. His memory lives on and there is many a time when Billy-Bob is naughty that we look and smile and say - Ricoh would have loved him.
Saff was a beautiful 14 year old Devon Rex
when she left us, she came to us when she
was 5 suffering from a what was thought to be a food allergy. She was at times a very poorly girl throughout
her life; for many years she was placed on high levels of steroids to stabilise
her condition.
At the beginning of 2004 she had a major relapse and this time the steroid treatment did not work. We then had a huge number of tests re-done including x-rays and scans. The final test being sent to America which diagnosed her having problems relating to digestion and not being able to absorb her food. She was given a few months to live in June 2004 but fought on until 2 March 2006.
She was a complete sweetie and all through her illness had fought to live, we know that Saff is now without suffering and we thank her for the memories.
Mouse was always a timid girl and utterly devoted to Saff. She sadly never recovered emotionally from the her best friend Saff leaving us and in the following two years became more and more reclusive. Despite our best efforts there was an extreme decline in her health and the heartbreaking decision was made to let her be reunited with Saff at the age of just 11 years old, we like to think of them being together again, healthy, happy and snuggled up in the sun.
Little Bobblee-Boo was a LaPerm with a big personality, she was born with an Open Fontanelle which meant that her skull did not fuse at birth. Her long term prognosis was unknown and we knew that she would be at risk of water on the brain developing at any stage. We hoped that she would reach maturity and discussed having a plate put in her skull once she was fully grown. There was never any thought, despite the many offers, of her not staying with us.
Despite her condition and fragile appearance she was a tom-boy kitten with a huge appetite for life, she loved to play-fight and was always on the go; running, playing, climbing and jumping with her siblings.
At just over 6 months she became withdrawn and in our hearts we knew that this was the start of the thing we had most dreaded but ever hopeful it was just a bug. Over the next two days and several trips to the vet including blood tests and x-rays, where she purred throughout, no signs of the condition were obvious. Sadly whilst at the vets, Little Bobble collapsed and our worst fears became real and we had to do the right thing by our little girl.
We are so happy to have had the chance of knowing and loving Bobble, she was a wonderful girlie who although only with us for six months packed an awful lot in.
Magic
was a beautiful girl with a heart of gold. We were her third home when she was
just 9 months old. When she came to us she was a nervous girl, having not had
the best start in life with her first owners. She quickly became part of our
family and gradually her trust in us grew, she never however lost her fear at
loud noises or new situations.
The first signs of all not being well with started after we had her nearly two years. Whilst we were away she attacked Gunner Boo Bear at the kennels, resulting in him being hospitalised for ten days. We thought that maybe it was due to her being unsettled and maybe one of them had hidden a piece of food and this had caused the attack.
We gradually re-introduced the dogs and everything was fine, she clearly loved him. A couple of months later she unexpectedly attacked him again. We didn't see what had happened so gave her the benefit of the doubt and started feeding the dogs separately, not allowing them to be in the kitchen when we were cooking and even not allowing them to be together unsupervised.
Sadly six weeks later she attacked again and this time I saw that it was a totally unprovoked attack. Magic was like a different dog and I had to prise her off of him; during the attack she had no recognition of me either. Two minutes later she was back to her usual self and confused as to why Boo had been separated (before being rushed to the vets) and even Billy-Bob was keeping his distance. Sadly Magic had a brain tumour, it was not her fault and we had to make the sad decision to say our goodbyes. Rest now my Magica Pooner Bear, we know it wasn't your fault.
Our darling boy
Charlie was a wonderful lad and a Sphynx with a difference - he had a coat. He was the
ambassador of our house and welcomed all; cats, dogs and people, taking new
kittens under his wing and being a friend to all. He was an extremely snugly boy,
who from the day we brought him home slept under the quilt with us, his
favourite place was in bed under the quilt where he liked to sleep like a little
human; he was never far from my side.
Sadly following a short and harsh illness which started with him having trouble breathing, followed by a daily decline, he had two mini-heart attacks and we had to stop the suffering he was going through. A hard decision when we were waiting for Lab results to come through in order to know how best to treat him but he was at the end in a lot of pain.
It is never easy to say goodbye particularly when you don't know if there is a chance, however following the results we know we made the right decision for him as he had both cancer and an enlarged heart, neither of which could have been treated.
We miss him dreadfully and thank him for ten wonderful years, our memories of him will always be with us.
We thank all of our beloved babies for the love, enjoyment and memories they have given. They are forever missed and never forgotten.
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