This morning our Gracie left us. She wasn’t feeling well, so we took her to the vet. While at the vet, her heart just stopped. And just like that, she was gone.
Gracie was one of my step dogs. Part of my blended family. I loved her like she was my own, always.
She was a magnificent Blue Belton English Setter. She was a rescue. She came to us through an English Setter rescue. Her start in life was not easy. She had a cruel first master who dumped her in the mountains a few states away where she gave birth to a litter of puppies. She found some humans she led back to where they all were and she and the puppies were all saved.
She came to my sweet man and stepson as a scared young dog. With love and time she was an awesome girl. The had most of her life with her, but I shared a good part of her life with them. I was really lucky to have known her,
I knew, we knew ,hat our time was borrowed with her. As she aged she started to lose her eye sight and her hearing. She was almost completely blind. And with the hearing being basically gone we learned to communicate with her by thumping the floor or wall – she felt the vibrations I suppose.
In spite of her failing health she still wagged her tail and lived life with her furry siblings.
It was hard watching her decline. She was such a magnificent dog.
This never gets easier. I loved her like I loved all others before her. Each pet I have had the privilege to love and know has been special and unique. Gracie is no exception. She was one of the dogs who saw me through breast cancer. She was an amazing girl.
My heart is heavy yet I know I was lucky to have a few years with her.
To all my readers, in honor of my Gracie please support your favorite rescue during the holiday season. There are so many homeless pets and they deserve love and shelter…and a home. These rescues are busting at the seams, they need adoptions, and donations to support their populations. Do that for Gracie, please.
Rest in Peace sweet Gracie….I bet you are chasing geese again. We loved you beautiful girl.
THE LAST BATTLE
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this — the last battle — can’t be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don’t let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn’t want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they’ll tend.
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don’t grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We’ve been so close — we two — these years,
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.
This is August. So cars heat up fast, don’t they? Especially in parking lots open to the sun, right? And as you see that is a dog in a hot SUV earlier today. It was taken by a friend at the Redner’s parking lot in Phoenixville. These people who own this Ford SUV should be ashamed of themselves!!!
I wish the people who sent me the photos had taken photos with the license plate showing! This photo and the one below came with the following message:
We went shopping at Phoenixville Redner’s today. I waited in the car while the wife got a few things.
Some jerk left a poodle in a parked car. Driver window was open a couple inches, but the dog was frantic at first, then just laying on the seat panting like hell.
A local cop came through, and I got his attention. He looked, and said “the window is open a little, and it’s a white car, it won’t get hot, besides this is private property, I have no jurisdiction”. The windows were heavily tinted, and too hot to put your hand on.
I was about to break the glass when a young couple (about 6 people gathered by now) said they would go inside and have the manager put the vehicle, license plate, and business name on the P.A. system that their window was about to be broken. A volunteer firefighter had a rescue tool, and said he would give them 5 minutes. A girl with a water bottle squirted water through the cracked window on the dog, and it got up, and got a little.
Don’t know the final outcome. Even through the heavily tinted glass you can see the dog with it’s mouth wide open.
So Redner’s in Phoenixville is in which township? I would like to commend their officer who stopped for showing such caring and concern, wouldn’t you? Do you sense my sarcasm ? If the officer was loath to break a window why couldn’t said officer have gone into the store to check for the irresponsible owner? Wow.
Kudos goes to the volunteer firefighter and others who sprang into action to try to help the dog.
Dogs give us unconditional love and devotion so it is really upsetting when you see stupid human tricks in action.
There is a law being proposed in PA regarding keeping pets out of hot cars. Contact your legislators in PA ASAP about getting it passed!
Carolyn Blackburne 08/05/2015 06:54 PM08/05/2015 07:29 PM
CHAMBERSBURG, Pa. — A new bill proposed in the Pennsylvania legislature is focused on keeping animals out of hot cars.
Farm manager at Greener Pasture’s Animal Shelter, Ryan Jacobs, said leaving a pet inside a car on a hot day can be a matter of life and death. Cats and dogs that are left in cars can die within five to ten minutes on days above 110 degrees.
“We already have laws like this for children, so I think it is important you take your dog out of the car when you go somewhere,” Jacobs said.
If an animal is left unattended in a car for more than five minutes, it can go into heat stroke.
UPDATE: the power of the Internet. Another person sent me a partial plate (missing one letter or digit) and told me that this shopping center is on the edge of Phoenixville Borough and apparently it was an unmarked police car and three police departments can be found on patrol around here (Phoenixville Borough, East Pikeland, and Schulkill Twp). And the static decal in the window is for a company called Unlimited Restoration which has an office in Pottstown.
State Senator Andy Dinniman who represents a lot of us and is a huge animal advocate is working on some law having to do with dog owners being able to sue for damages. He says and I quote ” I am drafting a law that would allow pet owners to civilly sue those who harm or kill their pets.” I do not know the specifics other than that but would ask that if some of his staff is watching this blog if they could post specifics as they occur.
I urge you to contact your lawmakers on a state and federal level and ask for change that will protect our dogs better. They are a part of our families not like an ear of corn.
In Chester County to connect with Andy Dinniman:
One North Church Street
West Chester, PA 19380
Monday-Friday: 8:30 a.m. to 5 p.m
In Chester County to bump it up to a Federal level to Congress:
111 East Uwchlan Avenue
Exton, PA 19341
940 West Sproul Road
Springfield, PA 19064
Phone: (610) 690-7323
Fax: (610) 690-7329
I will also comment briefly that in spite of media spin the Facebook page Justice for Argus & Fiona , it was set up with a peaceable goal of true justice. As in through the legal system, including changing laws to better protect dogs.
After all, one of the people who helped set up the Facebook page was Mary Bock, who is a truly lovely and gentle woman who has shown such grace and peace in the face of unbelievable family tragedy. Make no misunderstanding with regard to that page as it is not for deviant purposes and implication is resented. People are banned and comments are removed. Posting and commenting is a privilege, not a right.
However, the unfortunate reality is that in this world two of the most heated topics in the world are issues having to do with children and pets, and this issue involves BOTH.
Below are some media snippets from yesterday afternoon as the region learned the dogs would start to have justice, and did not die in vain. I will comment that I am struggling with the statement Mr. Pilotti is purported to have released about remorse and prayers for the family. Part of me hopes it is true, yet part of me wonders why he simply did not do that before the media and public got news of what happened? Correct me if I am wrong, but didn’t he have almost a week in between the actual date of tragedy and media whirlwind to pray and show remorse?
In any event, those of us supporting the Bock family do not support violence. Nor do we support nut jobs that stand outside anyone’s home screaming anything. No matter WHAT has transpired, we as a society cannot swirl downwards into utter lawlessness. More bad acts will not solve any issue.
So I ask all of you to use your energy to speak out for dogs. Get laws changed. And oh yes, no matter what West Vincent says if you live there you have a right to be heard at the Supervisors meeting. They may decline comment, but you have the right to public privilege of the floor or public comment. They do not have to respond, but as elected and appointed officials part of their job is to listen. Just be polite.
I am told that this coming Monday is a normal Supervisors meeting. Monday at 7:30 PM at their Township building 729 St. Matthews Road, Chester Springs, PA 19425
Media has reported that West Vincent has not really been chatting with anyone. I guess “unavailable” and “declining comment” would describe it best? In any event, they provide their township contact information on their website as:
729 St. Matthews Road Chester Springs, PA 19425
Phone: (610) 458-1601 Fax: (610) 458-1603
As always, thanks for stopping by. And to that eternally curious woman who keeps asking a mutual friend about this blog to the point of obsession? Lady, if you have to ask you don’t need to know. Grow up and quit looking for chickenman conspiracies behind every bush and hillock in West Vincent. (No I do not know who chickenman is, nor do I care. Even chickens have First Amendment Rights…)
Face it, you live in warped Mayberry and the sooner you own that the more at ease your mind will be. I know it is hard for some to fathom that I post recipes and discuss politics and local issues, but so be it. Far more interesting than standing in someone’s kitchen telling birthing stories and discussing which mustard goes best with a honey baked ham, yes?
Loss is indeed a four letter word. I have cried so much today my eyes hurt and are but swollen slits in my face. I am feeling my grief so much right now it is palpable, raw, and in Technicolor.
My little dog slipped away today. Iggy is gone and I am so sad as I write this that I hope this post makes sense.
Some people might think I am crazy for writing about this while it is so new and so raw, but truthfully writing has always been my catharsis and I need to get this out. This is such a hard day.
It was almost three months ago to the day that I lost Iggy’s adoptive brother to old age. When I said good-bye to Mr. Peanut on October 11th, I did not think in my wildest imaginings that Iggy would go over the rainbow bridge this morning. But he did just that.
In December we found out Iggy had dog lymphoma. But it was so early that we decided to roll the dice and try dog chemo. I took Iggy to Dr. Ann Jeglum at Veterinary Oncology Services and Research Center on East Nields Street in West Chester.
As a breast cancer survivor taking my dog to his own oncologist was not easy. But I wanted him to have options because his disease was in the early stages.
Dr. Ann Jeglum and the vets and staff who work for her at VOSRC are simply amazing and I am so glad I did this for my dog. I saw a lot over the past month Iggy has been a patient and truthfully these are the kind of folks you want looking after your pets in all situations. And they truly look after the humans in the pets’ lives too.
Anyway, at first Iggy was responding very well, but then a couple of days ago he stopped wanting to eat very much and became increasingly lethargic. At first we thought it was just the side effects from having had four straight weeks of chemotherapy. But yesterday morning my dog looked at me so helplessly… and off we went to VOSRC. They saw us right away and I knew from the looks on their faces it wasn’t good.
Ends up Iggy had contracted a urinary tract infection and with his chemo compromised immune system couldn’t fight the infection. So they put him on a doggy I.V. to rehydrate him and give him antibiotics. They also did an ultrasound. We left him to be cared for overnight. No one knew yesterday how everything would play out, so I wanted to give him a change to turn the corner.
This morning shortly before 9:00 a.m. one of Dr. Jeglum’s vets, Dr. Lindner phoned. Iggy’s prognosis was not good and he wasn’t improving. So we made the difficult decision to come in to say good-bye.
Only the phone rang again. Iggy passed before we could even get there to say good-bye.
I accept that it was his time, and like a couple of my friends said he and his brother were sent to me to get me through a difficult time in my life and knew I was ok so they could go. But I still feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and someone played racquet ball with it.
Of course it doesn’t make it any easier that this week is the 5th anniversary of Iggy coming home to me from Main Line Animal Rescue. Iggy had been a foster dog for a MLAR volunteer who came for a playdate with Mr. Peanut and never left.
Iggy and his brother gave me some very happy years with them and did indeed get me through some crazy stuff including abandonment and breast cancer. When I was going through seven weeks of radiation, he and his brother were happy little faces greeting me at the door every day when I came home. They transitioned with me out to Chester County and my new life, and were loving being country dogs.
Iggy loved being in Chester County and being able to run in great big fields with other dogs. He loved chasing the crazy fat squirrels in the back yard and conquering the “dog proof” trashcan. He was a giant dog with a big heart in a little body.
Only today his little body just gave out. I am devastated I wasn’t there when he passed, but I almost wonder if it didn’t happen that way because of losing Mr. Peanut such a short time ago.
In between the tears I keep waiting to hear the clickety clack of little feet on hardwood floors.
It was a privilege to have this dog in my life and I wish he had lived to a ripe old age instead of just 9. Yes my heart is incredibly heavy.
I will leave you with this: Iggy is yet another reason why good animal rescue is so important. He had been abused early in life (among other things) and he and I were both so lucky he came to Main Line Animal Rescue. He gave so much unconditional love to me as well as companionship. And if it wasn’t for Main Line Animal rescue we never would have met.
Good-bye my sweet boy. I know you are with your brother now. Try not to bark at too many squirrels over the rainbow bridge. I love you little man and I will miss you.
When I blog, I blog for me. I find things that interest me to write about and I do just that. Both here and on my breast cancer blog.
They say God never gives you more than you can handle, and I am almost to the point where the Lord and I need a sit down so we can discuss the definition of that.
I am being faced with the grim reality that I might very well be losing another dog.
It has been barely two months since I said good-bye to my beloved Mr. Peanut, and well I have had some rather difficult news about his brother Iggy.
Iggy has lymphoma.
Iggy is not so old, only middle-aged in fact. So tomorrow we go to a dog oncologist. Dr. Ann Jeglum in West Chester. One of my vets recommends her highly. I have however, seen mixed reviews so I am anxious.
Iggy and his brother saw me through breast cancer and the break up of my former relationship. Well technically I guess you could call it abandonment – the ex factor had a late midlife crisis as the first blizzard of February 2010 was beginning and took off in the snow never to be heard from again. He left his dog with me. She was quite elderly and failing. (We lost her Labor Day 2010) To this day that is still what sticks with me about that whole time: he left his dog.
Anyway Iggy and his brother saw me through all that. So I owe it to him to try to not go to pieces.
But this is incredibly hard. The prognosis is not so hot for dogs that have this.
So all of you out there that send me stuff, it is 15 days until Christmas and I can’t help you. My interest is in hopefully being able to save my dog. Or being able to let him go if I can’t.
Right now I would be happy if I could stop crying. So when some of you write to me and talk about things that are unfair, well sorry, I think this is grossly unfair. So pardon me while I am a little selfish right now.
If you want a good rescue to donate to this holiday season there are two I recommend: Chester County SPCA and Main Line Animal Rescue. And if you see an animal being mistreated, or one that has been abandoned, call the proper authorities and keep calling until something is done. I don’t care if it is a hamster or a horse….abuses is abuse, neglect is neglect.
Please say a prayer to St. Francis for my Iggy.
Mr. Peanut entered my life with the oversized name of Eugene. He was one of Bill Smith’s boys from Main Line Animal Rescue a few years ago.
When I rescued him his story was a sad one – he had been in a fire and abandoned by his humans. As the story goes a kind fireman bought him to MLAR. A miniature dachshund, he was even smaller when I rescued him. And he had never had basic veterinary attention. He was in fact, seven pounds and a few ounces and for his size, he should have been heavier.
He quickly wormed his way into my heart and the hearts of others in my life both friends and family. He was a smart little guy and very vocal for lack of a better description. He used to make this happy sound we called “mrrrrrrrr” . My friend Barb always thought he would be a great children’s book. Unfortunately, Mr. Peanut and I never got around to writing it.
As Mr. Peanut aged he lost both his hearing and his eyesight. Yet for a good long while he adapted. But in the middle of the summer he had a seizure and was never the same since. The past few weeks he started to slide more and more down hill, barely able to walk, and when he did walk it was mostly in circles. And although he was eating, he was losing weight by the day.
I don’t think losing a dog ever gets easier, and I have cried buckets today, and will probably do so for a while. But I always promise my pets I will never keep them around just for me, and I have never broken that promise. Today however, was really hard.
Maybe this is not the best time to be writing this post because emotionally I feel so raw, but he was such an awesome little dog, he deserved a shout out.
So now my little friend has gone to the rainbow bridge. I miss him already.
A final note is to remember that there are a lot of wonderful dogs like Mr. Peanut who need loving homes. Don’t shop….adopt. And support local rescues like Main Line Animal Rescue.
Mr. Peanut was 14. He had a lot of fans. Including a very special reporter for The Philadelphia Inquirer who is one of my mentors. This is what she wrote today…read with tissues:
A miniature dachshund named Mr. Peanut had such a job. It was seeing his owner, Carla Zambelli, a Montgomery County blogger, writer, and photographer, into safe harbor from life’s hard knocks.
There was something about that joyful, high-pitched bark and the dancing on little back legs that was consoling when he greeted you at the door, even if you didn’t know his story.
Lifted onto your lap, he would burrow into your armpit and fall asleep, a package of warm contentment.
Mr. Peanut did not have a good start in life.
Near as we can tell, Mr. Peanut was found by firemen abandoned outside a gutted housing complex in Norristown in the mid-2000s. His family simply never went back for him. The firefighters scooped him up and took him to Main Line Rescue, where Carla saw him and was smitten.
When the experts examined him, they found that he had never been given dog food, leash training, or any medical care. Most of his teeth were rotten and had to be removed. He spent the rest of his life taking antibiotics for various health problems.
Carla had some setbacks, too. Her personal life went south in 2010, and Mr. Peanut, along with standard dachshund, Iggy, were a tag team, helping her cope.
When Carla learned she had breast cancer, and mounted a fierce battle to beat it back, Mr. Peanut and Iggy were there. The tag team of rust-colored clowns never stopped being a force she could lean on.
Carla beat the cancer and created a new life in West Chester. His human was safe, his work on earth done, so Mr. Peanut began to cycle down.
Carla called us about a month ago, saying that Mr. Peanut was failing and we better come quickly if we wanted to see him one last time.
On a rainy Sunday, we went. Carla put Mr. Peanut in our arms, and he settled in quietly without the usual clamor, his graying muzzle and black nose resting on our elbow.
When Carla put him out to do his business, he could be seen circling the deck on determined little legs, the will to live still strong.
But even strong little hearts give out.
Last night, before the sun set, Carla and her life companion, a kind man named Ben, had Mr. Peanut put to sleep. The legs are still, the bark quiet
Rest in peace, brave little one.