Happy Birthday

Not only is Valentine's Day a sad day for most people, now the following day is for me. Daisy would have been 15 years old today. i know she was just a dog but i keep finding myself checking under the dinner table where she always laid. Just had to lay close enough to be in the way when you pull your chair out to sit down or lay under half of the table where everyone has their feet. There is the garage too, she always laid on the cement side even though there is carpeting by the door, i look there whenever i walk into the garage...

When actors have to cry people always ask them how they do it and they reply just think of something really sad that's happened to them. i thought that was ridiculous. After you cry about something once or twice you're pretty much out of tears of that particular moment. But just writing this silly post my eyes are already watering...lemon.

i guess that's my cue to end this post. Maybe shooting some geese well make me feel better.

Are You Pondering What I'm Pondering?

Went to quizo again last night at New Deck. Of course my table didn't win anything. Afterwards i hung around the city for a bit before heading home.

Ever since burring daisy, i've had ridiculous dreams/nightmares with her in them. Last night i had another of them. Took place at some building in Saudi, we were having a family reunion or something...and of course there were people in my dream that i didn't know...and random kids i knew from high school that don't talk to me. Later my sister rolls up to the building in our old van, named Doo Doo Brown...the most ugly van ever...and she got out of the car holding daisy...her eyes were weird looking...like they were whited out, her fur was falling out, and there were red specs on he fur like she had some kind of skin disease, of course she bit me so i'll probably turn into a zombie in my next dream. I then called for her and she got really excited and seemed to have some life in her, and then i heard a "bang" in her chest...and her stomach ripped open and fluids started pouring out..

Of course i rushed over and put pressure on the opening and tried to hold her guts in...and maybe even cried a bit. Then my sister said,"man, its this is great...its like watching a movie"

i then woke up...i guess it didn't help that i watched a bit of a zombie movie, 28 Days Later, a couple hours before going to bed.

After getting out of bed and going down stairs, thought my dog trauma was over...then my mom calls me over and said she got me a christmas present...a WEBKINZ SHELTY...same breed as daisy...she also got some for my nephews and nieces...and they're all under 10 years old...I guess its been awhile since my mom has bought me something that was for a little kid, so i should have expected it.

On the bright side, i've always been curious about this webkinz world....apparently you can bling out your pet's crib and buy them clothes. i bet you can even have webkinz fights...maybe if i get enough webkinz, and enslave the rest of these digital pets...i can take over the WEBKINZ world! NARF!

All Dogs Go to Heaven

~ Daisy~

After putting Daisy through three days of treatment, her kidneys did not make any significant improvement. The vet said I could take her home for a few hours before having to bring her back to put her down. Though after talking a bit she agreed that we could even have her stay with us over night.

The vet then said,"not to make you feel concerned or anything, but Daisy may die on her own tonight...". Yeah right, my dog wouldn't die on me. Well, not over one night. So I took home Sunday night, brushed her, petted her, and took like 100 pictures of her.

Witnessing Daisy being put to sleep was probably the hardest thing ever. But it was just a matter of time she would die. Her kidneys would soon fail and she hasn't had a bite to eat for over a week. I guess the worst part of the whole thing was that she tried to bite the catheter while they were injecting the anesthetic like she wasn't ready to die.

Daisy was a great dog, the only thing that would have made a her a better dog would probably being able to open the fridge and make me a sandwich and grab me a beer. I'll miss her.

I was pretty bummed out, I don't think I've ever cried so much in my life...She lived a pretty good life, lived almost 15 years.

Pictures of Daisy...

Crazy Daisy

Headed to Bucks County Play House this past Saturday with the parents and my friend Manthan. On the way up we stopped by the Veterinarian to check on Daisy. They brought her in on a blanket. She looked a little better, or maybe I was just hoping she was better than the day before. She seemed more alert though.
After coming back from the play and dinner, went back to the vet and the doctor had some good news, she said Daisy seemed to be more hydrated but was not sure her kidneys were functioning better, and that they would have a better idea of how she was doing in 24 hours. But she started walking again and we just have to hope she starts eating again. Because her kidneys are so bad she constantly feels nauseous and doesn't feel like moving or eating.

All Dogs Go to Heaven

My dog Daisy, is a Shetland Sheep dog. Also known as a Shelty, or a miniature Collie...you pick. I believe she was born on February 15, 1993, or was it 1992...she's at least 14 years old. I was about 7 years old when I got her.

I tried to be such a good owner, but I was only seven years old. I checked out dog books and watched dog videos...I never let her eat candy and I brushed her teeth after everything bath. Though my interest in taking care of her diminished when I went off to boarding school...I have always felt like she had a better liking to my Dad. Probably because he was always round. Or maybe it was because when I was little I would call her to the backyard from my window...and when she finally realized that I was calling her from the window I'd drop a water balloon on her...or it could have been that time we played 'cowboys and indians' and I would hog tie her with a jump rope...or the egg roll, wrapping her up in a blanket so tight it took her a good 5 minutes to wiggle out.

Lately she's been acting really old. Daisy has really bad arthritis, can barely walk, hear, and her sight isn't that great either.

Daisy has practically stopped eating and hasn't moved much at all. We finally took her to the Veterinarian to get some blood tests and found out that her kidneys are not doing their job. We had the vet give us an estimate and talked it over at home about our options. We finally decided to go ahead with the procedure.

I decided to give her a bath before taking her back...
She then smelled like wet dog so I put a little Febreeze on her...
Took her back to the vet and they said they would put her on some fluids to try and clean her kidneys out.