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Muffin
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On January 3, 2003, I had to say goodbye to Muffin, she was 14 years old and not blind nor  deaf. I found her at a Dr X pet store when I was 16 and fell in love with her. Even though it has been five years and I have two beautiful Poodles and a wonderful Rotti, she is not forgotten. She watched me get through high school, go on to college and she traveled the coast with me. I never even had the thought anywhere in my mind that Muffin would not be with me one day. At 13 years old she developed a tumor, she went through surgery and was stapled from chest to belly. She had a good next year, playing ball with my new kitten and Max, my Rotti, who had come into our lives two years before, but then it all changed. She couldn’t get on the furniture or up the stairs and I noticed a wheeze when she breathed. I took her back to the vet who said right away that she had lung cancer that spread from the tumor they had removed. He said she had two weeks to live and I did not believe him so I asked for medication for her so she could get better. He gave me medication, but he knew she wasn’t going to get better. She went downhill so quickly; she was skin and bones when I shaved her coat shorter. She couldn’t breathe well and didn’t want to take her medicine or eat anymore and I was devastated. I called the vet three times to have her put down before I showed up with her on January 3, still not believing what was happening. They gave her a sedative and she kissed me goodbye like she knew she wasn’t going to have to suffer anymore. She is here now in my backyard with her own headstone and gravesite with flowers where I felt she belonged. It was the most terrible choice I have ever had to make and I probably should have made it sooner. She was such a big part of my life and I’m glad I have the chance to tell a little about her. She was a beautiful little Mini Poodle with an awfully big heart. |
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tomithyll3 @
Thursday, May 22, 2008 7:56 PM | |
She was lucky to have you and her "sisters and/or brothers".... As ya were lucky to have her. |
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debspoilspets @
Saturday, May 24, 2008 2:30 PM | |
I too had a poodle named Muffin. She was only ONE when we had to have her put down. Somehow she went into renal failure and only lived 3 days after she was diagnosed with kidney failure. The vet thought anti-freeze poisoning but we did not have any, and to this day we cannot find anything she may have drank or eaten that killed her. I still feel guilty over her death, I feel it was my fault because I never found the reason she got sick. She went everywhere with us, camping, 4 wheeling, boating, she loved her family, just as we loved her. We still miss her, and she's buried in our backyard, gets fresh flowers beside her cross. I now have another poodle, Button, and she is the total opposite of Muffin! Muffin was a prissy, petite little girl, and Button is a wild, rambuncous?, rowdy little thing! But we love her. |
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kathrynks @
Tuesday, June 24, 2008 8:53 PM |
It is a hard thing to do - making that decision. It is also the kindest thing you can do for a beloved pet - when you know she is in pain and very ill. I might suggest a website that has given me comfort: www.petloss.com.
Bless you - Muffin knew you loved her. She loves you still and is waiting at rainbow bridge for you. |
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