My pup, Kobe, passed away.

On April 20, 2011, I had to put my pup, Kobe, down.  It was a very bad, dark, sad day for me and for my kids.  Kobe was fine when we woke up that morning.  We had put him in the kennel with the other dogs the night before because the coyotes sounded bad and I didn’t want Kobe to get a wild hair and run out into the woods after them.  So, when we went outside to leave for work/school, Kobe was jumping up to tell us “HI!” and everything was fine.

When I got home from work that afternoon around 1700 or so, I looked out in the kennel and didn’t see Kobe.  I got the kids out of the car, and shouted Kobe’s name, and still nothing.  I walked out to the kennel and finally saw him.  He was laying against the pump house, not moving, but still breathing.  I saw blood in sporadic places around the  dog houses, and on the giant rock we have out there for a cool place to lay…Then I went inside the kennel to get closer to him.  Kobe still wouldn’t move, he just laid there, all he would move were his eyes.  I got to where he could see me, and he just stared…I couldn’t get him to get up and come to me, he wouldn’t even move his head.  It was scary, because Kobe always jumped around and wanted to be as close to me as he could get.

I called my dad, and he came home and took Kobe to the Emergency Vet.  I stayed home because I didn’t want my kids to go to the vet, and no one else was home to watch them, so I stayed and did my mommy thing and cried when I got a free minute and thought about Kobe.

After several hours, my dad called me.  Kobe had been diagnosed with Arlichia.  It’s a tick borne disease that attacks a dog’s blood cells.  Apparently it destroys the platelets in the blood, and paralyzes the dog.  That’s why I saw blood in the kennel, because Kobe was literally breathing his blood out.  It was coming out of his mouth and his nose…and that’s why he wasn’t moving, because he couldn’t from the paralysis.  The vet said that when a dog gets this disease, they are fine one minute, and the next minute they are so bad off that they are really past the point of saving.

There is treatment for this disease, but it costs thousands of dollars, and the treatment is sometimes worse for the dog, and most times it doesn’t help the dog in any way, and they just end up suffering longer.  I decided that it was best to put Kobe down.  I cried, I sobbed, I yelled…It was a very bad night, and horrible next few days.

My kids loved Kobe.  My son always called Kobe his “best dog”  He would tell me he wanted to “Go outside and play with my best dog.”  he would get upset with me for saying that Kobe was my dog, and always counter with “No Mommy! Kobe is MY best dog!”  My daughter would yell Kobe’s name every day when we got home from daycare…She would get out of the car and immediately look and yell “Kobe, Koooobe!”

I had to tell them both that Kobe went to live with God, and that God is taking care of Kobe for us.  I told them that Kobe got really sick and we tried to take him to the doctor, but he was too sick and the doctor couldn’t help him, and so he died, and now he’s up in heaven with God. 

My son mentions Kobe every once in a while…He will blurt out something like “Kobe died because he was really, really sick Mommy.”  And I just tell him he’s right, Kobe was really, really sick, and he died.  Then I just sit there and tears fall because I miss him.

We did go to the shelter and adopt a puppy shortly after we lost Kobe.  I decided that the quickest way to get the kids (and mine) minds off of missing Kobe was to get another dog.  We were lucky enough to find Marley.  She is a black lab/shepherd mix, with a bit of white on her chest and toes on all four feet.  She was about 6 weeks old when we adopted her, and both of the kids are just head over heels about her!

She is a very loving pup, and she’s getting so big.  When we adopted her, she was small enough to sit in my lap like a new-born baby, but now she is getting so big, and she still thinks she is small enough to lounge in my lap.  It’s easy to see that she’s a Mommy’s dog, but she is in love with both of the kids too.  Especially my daughter, Olivia. Olivia always pets and loves on Marley, and feeds her part of her food/snack.  Marley will walk around and follow the kids, jump in the pool and play with them, it’s so fun to watch.

Anyone that has lost a pet, I understand it’s one of the hardest things to go through, but it does get easier.  I still tear up when I think about my sweet Kobe, but I know I made the right choice, because he was hurting, and I didn’t want him to continue hurting.  I will love and remember him always….

~Until next time, happy blogging~

New rant…here we go…

Hello blogland!  It’s been ages since I’ve had time to post anything.  I trust everyone got along fine without reading any fresh rants and raves from me!  Just thought I would log on and share a bit.

I checked my email and had a message that someone had left a comment on one of my posts from a while back.  The comment read “who cares b*tch” (I added the “*”)…I’m wondering why people feel the need to put stupid remarks like that on someone’s blog posts…I mean, if you know me, then surely you know it’s better to call me or text me rather than to put something ridiculous on my blog.  Whomever left that comment, I have this in response:

Obviously you care, or you wouldn’t have read the post, or left a comment.  You should really grow up, and get over yourself.  It’s not “cool” to leave stupid comments on a person’s blog posts.  Maybe you did it just to see your name on the screen, maybe you did it to make yourself feel important, or maybe you did it to impress one of your friends or someone who you are trying to start some sort of relationship to.  Whatever the reason, you should take a step back and ask yourself if it will really matter in five to ten years.  I’m going to let you in on a secret:  Chances are a comment like “Who cares b*itch” won’t matter, and you just left it on my page for everyone to see how uneducated, and insufficient you are.  Give the world a break and save your brain cells for something that does matter.  Next time you leave a comment on someone’s page/post/blog/whatever, make it count, don’t make yourself sound like an idiot.

That’s all I have for now, until next time ~Happy Blogging!~