Join Date: Oct 2007
Location: Far up in the Blue Ridge Mountains
I miss my girl Pip so much.
Pip died on Wednesday. I feel as if I can't get it together. She was just a baby and I sent out this email to some friends, so I thought I would share it here as this forum is also a big part of my life in rescue-
To my friends and rescue buddies-
D.D./Pip is gone.
She was the dumpster puppy from Winston Salem who came to me by chance and I was holding her for another family. As things go, the day before they were to adopt little Pip, the husband was laid off from his job. So, she stayed with me waiting on her forever home. Just the other day Eric told me, "Angie, I know it is going to be too hard to let Pip go, so it looks like we have another dog". Duh. Pip was to be my puppy. The cutest, feistiest 3 pound puppy you could ever have the pleasure of meeting. She gave her roomies a run for their money always up for a game of chase or biting them on the butt. Even though she was the smallest of them all, she was (or seemed to be) very healthy. She had only been with me for a few weeks, but in that time, she earned bed privileges and slept between me and Eric every night. She was one of those "heart" dogs people tell you about.
She came down with pneumonia on Sat and I took her to the vet. Her chances were pretty good. Eric and I took shifts with her- he was up until 4am and I took over after that. For those of you who know my husband- this has never happened with any other dog! Sun she went to a cookout with me and I took her everywhere I went. If she wasn't allowed, she was so tiny that I would hide her in my shirt or coat pocket.
This morning I made her an appt at the vet for 930 as she seemed to be having mucus in her chest. I didn't know how bad she was cause she carried on like the litle trooper that she was. I picked her up from my bed a few minutes before we were due to leave and she did not seem right. I called the vet hysterical and ran out the door at that moment. Drove over 90 mph thru town (in a 35) with flashers on, the whole while I was giving her mouth to mouth and driving with my knees.......she didn't make it.
I just want you all to know that I am having a very difficult time. This is the first dog, pup or other, who has ever died in my arms. I am absolutely devastated. So are Eric and the boys. But, I know life will go on. I just don't know how much more rescue I am up for. Seems the older I get the more my heart breaks. And, right now it is so broken that I can't even see beyond my grief. So, if you don't hear from me for a while, this is why. I realize that life is not fair, but couldn't I get a little break from time to time?
Take care and God bless.
"Dogs are our link to paradise.To sit with a dog
on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back
in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--
it was peace."
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