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Petey
died Saturday morning, March 21, 2015, between 5:00 and
6:15 a.m.,.cause unknown. Petey was about 9 years old and he
weighed about 30 lbs.
Petey
came to live with me in August of 2006. He was about 6 months old
at the time. Petey settled right in with my pack of
other dogs. He became my best buddy and loved me like crazy.
Except
for the previous three days he seemed completely healthy. But
then he developed very little appetite and peed a LOT, big
volumes, and was vomiting, first whatever undigested food was in
his stomach, then after he wouldn't eat at all, he vomited only
clear liquid with some white foam. Then Friday morning he had had
diarrhea and LOTS of pee all over the floor. Later in the day he
peed a LOT on my bed. Then after a while, he vomited blood on the
floor, probably 8 ounces.
I
managed to contact Dr. Tello late Friday, told him Petey's
symptoms and said I had injected 1.5 cc of Baytril 5% on Friday.
He said to inject another 1.5 cc of Baytril Saturday morning
and meet him at the David clinic Saturday am at 7:30 with Petey.
At
5:00 am Saturday Petey was in his crate and was still breathing,
but slowly. But when I went to put Petey in the car, he was dead.
Blood came from his penis after he died. And the blanket in his
crate was very wet from lots of urine. His abdomen seemed swollen.
During
my 10-plus years in Panama I've rescued and adopted many, many
dogs. Some I found good homes for, some I kept myself after Dr.
Tello cured them of many health problems, including removing
entire hip joints from two of them, and some had to be put down
because there wasn't a way to save them, or just from old age
when they told me they were ready to go.
But never
has the death of one affected me like Petey's death. He was my
soul mate.
I
am devastated. He was my Sweetie Petey, so precious and loving. No
matter which dogs I have now or will have in the future, none will
ever replace my Petey.
For those
who truly love their pets, it's
not just the death of "an animal." It's like the death
of one's child.
Vaya con
Dios, my Petey. Your spirit will live in my heart
forever.
Love
and thanks from my heart to my good friend, Andrea Gonella. He
already had a grave prepared on his finca for Petey and we buried
Petey this morning, March 23, 2015.
Andrea
has been very gracious to prepare graves after deaths of several
of my other rescued dogs because I no longer have any room for
graves on my property. Much love and thanks to you, Andrea!
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Petey
and I
would gaze into each other's eyes and I could SEE his soul in
there. I still feel him with me, but I miss his physical presence
so much I can hardly bear it.
Below:
Petey sitting in a kitchen chair "reading" an article n
the Bocas Breeze about a spay/neuter clinic in Bocas. I
sent the picture to the editor. She published this picture with the
remark, "It's nice that Volcan dogs have some class. The dogs
in Bocas only want to read trashy romance novels."
Below:
Shortly after young Petey came to live with me. He was very skinny.
Below:
When Petey was trying to sneak a bone into the house.
Dorothy
Atwater muffiemae@gmail.com
6517-8752 http://spaypanama-chiriqui.org |