There is a place called the Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that was especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who are hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks in the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass,his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hand again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…
Bye bye my little demon in a dog suite.
Well I probably won’t be posting for awhile. Last night I found out that my brother is dieing. He wasn’t expected to live through the night. I’m not close to my brother and for very good reasons so I’m not really bothered by it. But I will need to do some things to protect my self finacially and legally. I’m not paying any of his bills and If he somehow comes out of it and lives I have enough trouble taking care of my father with alzheimers. I’m not going to take responsability for someone I stopped talking to more than a decade ago.
But anyway here are some new pictures of Gizmo fresh from the groomer.
“She looks stoned out of her mind.”
EATEN ALIVE **
All must fear him. Even more so now that he is fresh from the groomer.
All your ankles are his to bite and rule over. (insert demonic laughter here)
He also just turned 14 last month.
“The moment we stop fighting for each other, that’s the
moment we lose our humanity.”
Well Gizmo appears to be on the road to recovery and doing very well. The vet let me finally get him groomed. So here’s my boy. In his right eye you can still see the damage but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him.
“No. I have no heart! I feel no love! Nor fear, no joy! No sorrow!
I am hollow. And I will live forever.”
Van Helsing *
Hardly a month after my oldest dog Pepper died I now find out that my youngest Gizmo might have cancer in his right eye. If I didn't already believe that there is no god I sure as fuck wouldn't believe now. I have to take him to a specialist to make sure. If it turns out to be cancer he'll have to remove the eye. Hopefully that will be the worst of it.
Well i’m happy to say that Gizmo doesn’t have cancer. He appears to have a Ruptured and Sealed Corneal Ulcer. Appearentlly at some point he had the same thing happen to is his left eye but nobody noticed and it appears to be healed so there is hope for his right eye. It still responds to light and has blood vessels growing in it. He may still need either to have the eye removed at some point or a conjunctival graft for the right eye. I have a whole lot of meds that I currently have to give him.
Tobramycin Ophthalmic Solution 1 drop 6 times a day
Ofloxan Ophthalic Solution 1 drop 6 times a day
Atropione Ophthalic Ointment 1 drop 2 times a day
Metacam Oral Suspension 5 drops to food once a day
Clavamox 1 tablet 2 times a day
Tramadol 1/4 tablet 2 times a day
He appears much happier and more his normal self. 🙂
I had to put one of my best friends down tonight. My oldest dog Pepper.