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<blockquote data-quote="Star*" data-source="post: 402990" data-attributes="member: 4964"><p>Thank you all for the love - and Casper sends his smiles.......we're not out of the woods yet - but it's better than it was Sunday last. I mean can you fell ANY worse than when your furkid jumps in bed between you and your Mom (she's been staying here by the way so I can use her can to get up at 4 am, drive 100 miles to school because of that stolen car 'thing' and get to trucking school. Came all the way from Ohio - just didn't plan on being here a month - tried to tell her but you know Mom) anyway - the boy jumps up in bed and starts panting and panting.....well I figure it's a heating blanket and yell "CASP GET OUT OF THE BED." and he won't go....and he's huge -and will.not.go. No sir. He's like a rock. More like a boulder - and he's not moving. So I grab the scruff of his neck and 'help' him. He's on the floor now, panting, whimpering. I let him out. I'm really not a midnight person - so now? I'm really growling - I mean I have to get up at 4:00 and WHAT DO YOU WANT? You got me up? You are OUT! ARGH. So then I go back to bed, leave him roam the house and now he's at the side of the bed - S.T.A.R.I.N.G......S.T.A.R.I.N.G. SHEESH....This is like Nightmare on OldStreet.....So now I'm awake and nose to nose with the Kracken. And I say GET OUT. I figure it's a dog outside - or a cat or TIMMY DOWN THE WELL.....GO OUT. And he won't go. But I don't know what it is - cold water, a biscuit? HONEST TO PETE BOY - So I hug him - and finally - he goes to the foot of the bed. And the next thing I know? BLEEEEEEp BLEEEEP BLEEEEP BLEEEEEp Bleeppp and there he is - pawing at the side of the bed and I have to go to school. It's 4am.....and I have gotten about 40 minutes of sleep and I feel like a turdkey. </p><p> </p><p>So I leave DF a note - Something is horribly wrong - call the vet. And leave, kiss him on the head. DF takes him - calls me and says they want BIG bucks to do BIG things and what should he do? I mean MAN make a decision he's YOUR child too. </p><p> </p><p>I come home and then get BLASTED that I can miss ONE day of school that the wheels on that truck won't fall off and that's the end of THAT conversation.....so I spend the rest of THAT night on the floor holding my baby while he shivers, and cringes and shakes and pants.......and i KNOW this is vacuum dog syndrome. I just can not figure out what he 'hooverd' out of the yard. I suspect his Christmas ball - but we find it later. They got about 10 ducks for Christmas too (kicking self in kiester) but didn't remember this eaten duck. Rush into the vets and get the "I have bad news - it's a mass - and that usually means cancer." and like I said - I couldn't hear, think, at one point I could have lost all function of my legs - I just dont' remember. For all I know I did pass out and no one told me. I just kept thinking about that X ray thinking HOW does a tumor get to be so perfectly round? I mean the next time you look at the bottom of a rubber duck? THAT is what this looked like. not round round - but rubber duck bottom round. </p><p> </p><p>Anyway - there was the "We need to take Chest Xrays to make sure it hasn't metast.....and she stopped short as if I wouldn't know what metastisized (sp I'm sure) would mean - but said SPREAD. I just smiled and said okay - like I said I couldn't hear much it was all muffled. Later? I was just happy to find out it was a duck. Don't ask me HOW .......Or why - I mean HOW did he eat his collar and a milk jug handle the last time? No clue. I think in a former life perhaps he was a sword swallower for a circus - Circus performer or freak - that would fit in this family - nicely. </p><p> </p><p>Anyway - he has spent the day laying and napping with his Mommy - and Mommy has been eternally grateful for each snore, rise and fall of his ribs - each pfffffflet...of his massive lips.....when he exhales and the soulful eyes that cried tears right along with me the night before his surgery when I sat there with my best friend and told only him - that I just wasn't ready to not have him in my life - and that he couldn't go - not yet - and when he did go? It wasn't supposed to be there - like that no....nope. It was supposed to be from old age, on his baby blanket or in my arms.....or after a wonderful day of playing and hugging. But not ,like .this. I know we don't get to pick and choose when we loose things, or people, or loved ones or even possessions - or time - and even less - we rarely understand why - but this one? This child? This love? I just wasn't ready to say goodbye to and when I looked down at the tears running down out of his eyes? And he told me he wasn't ready to leave me either? I just knew it wasn't time for us to leave each other. </p><p> </p><p>But only MY DOG - could swallow a duck. lol.......He does quack me up Step....thanks for the chuckle. </p><p> </p><p>And Janet? Before I run my semi into anything? I'd call you first - there is probably a clause on my insurance that you'll have to know about. lol.....ahem.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Star*, post: 402990, member: 4964"] Thank you all for the love - and Casper sends his smiles.......we're not out of the woods yet - but it's better than it was Sunday last. I mean can you fell ANY worse than when your furkid jumps in bed between you and your Mom (she's been staying here by the way so I can use her can to get up at 4 am, drive 100 miles to school because of that stolen car 'thing' and get to trucking school. Came all the way from Ohio - just didn't plan on being here a month - tried to tell her but you know Mom) anyway - the boy jumps up in bed and starts panting and panting.....well I figure it's a heating blanket and yell "CASP GET OUT OF THE BED." and he won't go....and he's huge -and will.not.go. No sir. He's like a rock. More like a boulder - and he's not moving. So I grab the scruff of his neck and 'help' him. He's on the floor now, panting, whimpering. I let him out. I'm really not a midnight person - so now? I'm really growling - I mean I have to get up at 4:00 and WHAT DO YOU WANT? You got me up? You are OUT! ARGH. So then I go back to bed, leave him roam the house and now he's at the side of the bed - S.T.A.R.I.N.G......S.T.A.R.I.N.G. SHEESH....This is like Nightmare on OldStreet.....So now I'm awake and nose to nose with the Kracken. And I say GET OUT. I figure it's a dog outside - or a cat or TIMMY DOWN THE WELL.....GO OUT. And he won't go. But I don't know what it is - cold water, a biscuit? HONEST TO PETE BOY - So I hug him - and finally - he goes to the foot of the bed. And the next thing I know? BLEEEEEEp BLEEEEP BLEEEEP BLEEEEEp Bleeppp and there he is - pawing at the side of the bed and I have to go to school. It's 4am.....and I have gotten about 40 minutes of sleep and I feel like a turdkey. So I leave DF a note - Something is horribly wrong - call the vet. And leave, kiss him on the head. DF takes him - calls me and says they want BIG bucks to do BIG things and what should he do? I mean MAN make a decision he's YOUR child too. I come home and then get BLASTED that I can miss ONE day of school that the wheels on that truck won't fall off and that's the end of THAT conversation.....so I spend the rest of THAT night on the floor holding my baby while he shivers, and cringes and shakes and pants.......and i KNOW this is vacuum dog syndrome. I just can not figure out what he 'hooverd' out of the yard. I suspect his Christmas ball - but we find it later. They got about 10 ducks for Christmas too (kicking self in kiester) but didn't remember this eaten duck. Rush into the vets and get the "I have bad news - it's a mass - and that usually means cancer." and like I said - I couldn't hear, think, at one point I could have lost all function of my legs - I just dont' remember. For all I know I did pass out and no one told me. I just kept thinking about that X ray thinking HOW does a tumor get to be so perfectly round? I mean the next time you look at the bottom of a rubber duck? THAT is what this looked like. not round round - but rubber duck bottom round. Anyway - there was the "We need to take Chest Xrays to make sure it hasn't metast.....and she stopped short as if I wouldn't know what metastisized (sp I'm sure) would mean - but said SPREAD. I just smiled and said okay - like I said I couldn't hear much it was all muffled. Later? I was just happy to find out it was a duck. Don't ask me HOW .......Or why - I mean HOW did he eat his collar and a milk jug handle the last time? No clue. I think in a former life perhaps he was a sword swallower for a circus - Circus performer or freak - that would fit in this family - nicely. Anyway - he has spent the day laying and napping with his Mommy - and Mommy has been eternally grateful for each snore, rise and fall of his ribs - each pfffffflet...of his massive lips.....when he exhales and the soulful eyes that cried tears right along with me the night before his surgery when I sat there with my best friend and told only him - that I just wasn't ready to not have him in my life - and that he couldn't go - not yet - and when he did go? It wasn't supposed to be there - like that no....nope. It was supposed to be from old age, on his baby blanket or in my arms.....or after a wonderful day of playing and hugging. But not ,like .this. I know we don't get to pick and choose when we loose things, or people, or loved ones or even possessions - or time - and even less - we rarely understand why - but this one? This child? This love? I just wasn't ready to say goodbye to and when I looked down at the tears running down out of his eyes? And he told me he wasn't ready to leave me either? I just knew it wasn't time for us to leave each other. But only MY DOG - could swallow a duck. lol.......He does quack me up Step....thanks for the chuckle. And Janet? Before I run my semi into anything? I'd call you first - there is probably a clause on my insurance that you'll have to know about. lol.....ahem. [/QUOTE]
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