Post by suziriot on Jun 20, 2011 9:50:44 GMT -5
We lost one of our old girls this past weekend, but not the one that we had been prepared for. Kuma, our 11 year old pit bull/gsd mix, died unexpectedly of a heart attack on Saturday. She and our other old girl Nine had been living with Brook's dad and stepmom for the past year, because the young whippersnappers of the house were annoying the crabby old ladies. Brook's dad is retired and was overjoyed to have them. They were really happy there. But then Nine began to get worse, and can't use her back legs at all anymore. We've been preparing ourselves to lose her, but Kuma seemed in good health otherwise. On Saturday evening, Brook's dad called us to say that Kuma had come inside from playing with her best doggie friend Frankie. She started panting really heavily, vomited, and then collapsed. She was gone before he was even able to get her in the car. We had him take her to our vet anyway, to be sure and to figure out what had happened. Our primary vet is so great, and even has given us his cell phone number. So he met us at the clinic but it was too late of course.
Kuma was a soft and gentle snuggler. She was a runt as a puppy and stayed small, with that "perma-puppy" look. Brook named her Kuma (bear in Japanese) because she looked like a fluffy little bear cub. She was so quiet and submissive, but she liked to get up to mischief. She would eat the weirdest things: plastic utensils, Christmas tree lights, other dogs' collars. I'm at least content knowing that she had a happy, long life and she knew that she was loved. She had a good last day, and her passing was quick and without suffering. She is the first dog that I've lost as an adult, and it's really hard. I had dreams about her for the past two nights. On Saturday night I dreamed that everything had still happened, but in the dream she got up from the vet's table and was okay. I woke up from the dream and for a few seconds believed it was true. That was very upsetting, and I couldn't go back to sleep that night.
Goodbye, sweet Boo Bear. We will miss you so much.
Kuma was a soft and gentle snuggler. She was a runt as a puppy and stayed small, with that "perma-puppy" look. Brook named her Kuma (bear in Japanese) because she looked like a fluffy little bear cub. She was so quiet and submissive, but she liked to get up to mischief. She would eat the weirdest things: plastic utensils, Christmas tree lights, other dogs' collars. I'm at least content knowing that she had a happy, long life and she knew that she was loved. She had a good last day, and her passing was quick and without suffering. She is the first dog that I've lost as an adult, and it's really hard. I had dreams about her for the past two nights. On Saturday night I dreamed that everything had still happened, but in the dream she got up from the vet's table and was okay. I woke up from the dream and for a few seconds believed it was true. That was very upsetting, and I couldn't go back to sleep that night.
Goodbye, sweet Boo Bear. We will miss you so much.