Surviving Letting Go of Our Dog Taffy

 

 

It has been a year tomorrow that we had to let our boy cross over.  He had been struggling with a cough that we could never seem to get diagnosed properly.  We tried everything.  We tried different vets and he was misdiagnosed.  He was also put on meds that he did not need.  We were overcharged for these meds by a mobile vet we tried.  Sadly we know it was her lack of good care, her misdiagnosis, that shortened Taffy’s life and caused him to die in a horrible way.  At the very end he was drowning in his own fluids.

I don’t know why I never finished this blog.  In fact I did not realize I had not finished it until now.  Sweet Taffy, our little boy, is in a box on top of our entertainment unit where he looks down on us all the time.  We feel his spirit.  We hear the sound his tiny feet made running on our tile floors.  We see him out in the back yard.

Today I thought about how dogs are genetically bred to go absolutely nuts everytime we leave and come home.  In my opinion there is no better way to be greeted coming into a house than by a dog who goes nuts over and over again.

This has been a terribly sad week for Larry and I knowing that tomorrow we will re-live letting him go.

We had gone to Orlando to visit family.  All three of our little ones were in their hotel/spa back home.  We came to pick them up and they told us Taffy had been having a rough time.  We knew he had been getting worse.  We came into the house, and it was apparent Taffy was in respiratory distress.  Larry took him into the shower and let the steam build up as he had done before.  His cough was not much better after this treatment.

I had a business appointment and when I came home an hour later I knew immediately that we were losing him.  I walked in and this sweet boy was walking around with his neck hyperextended trying to get relief.  It looked like he was trying to swallow air.  I looked at Larry and I said “Vet-now”.  They tried everything.  They had him on 100% O2 and I am not sure what else they tried.  Dr Dave was talking to us when the tech came in to call him out, and I knew the time had come.

Dr Dave came back in and told us it was time, we knew that, it helped to have an expert validate it though and they brought our boy in, laid him in Larry’s lap and we got to spend some time loving him and telling him what he meant to us.  After that it was time for the IV and the medication to let him cross over.  It was without a doubt the most difficult thing Larry and I have had to do in our marriage.  Everyone left the room – we had privacy to hold him and love him even more.  Then he was wrapped in a soft blanket and taken from our arms.

Taffy

The Blog I Could Not Finish

 

Surviving letting go of  our dog Taffy, our special boy dog (with the girl’s name) seems impossible.  I walk through my daily routine and things seem normal then in less than a second I feel as if the wind has been knocked out of my chest.  Overwhelming sadness blankets me and I find it difficult to breathe.

Larry, big strong Larry, whom I nicknamed “Bear” is a puddle of tears.

We are consumed with sadness.  Sometimes we can’t move.  It is like we are frozen.  We see him everywhere, we hear him, we feel him, we want him back.

Larry and I had only been married a short while when I told him I wanted a dog.  The look that came over his face was one of “Oh shit”.  However, Larry is very good to me, and when I explained why the search for the perfect dog began.

We went to pet stores, we visited in rooms with dogs, but nothing clicked.  I would scan the ads in the Chicago Tribune and not find what we were looking for, until one Sunday an ad was there that caught our attention.  I called the number and I was assured that all the dogs that were there had been bred by the owner.  The name of this kennel was Canine Club near Joliet, IL.

We made an appointment and off we went in Larry’s brand new Dodge Durango.

The place was huge, lots of green grass, and a big barn with puppies.  One after another were brought out, but none that we saw tugged at our heartstrings.  The owner said she had “one more dog” and she carried out this little tan fur bundle and it was love at first sight.  What an adorable little curly haired mess he was and we signed the papers and wrote out the check.  We named him Taffy our sweet little Lhasa Poo, and the love of our lives.

Little did we know we had saved his life that day.

We stopped on the way home at a Farm and Fleet to pick up some compost fencing, a cage, food, supplies and remember that brand spanking new Dodge Durango?  Taffy puked all over the seat and carpeting and I thought this would really upset Larry.  It didn’t upset him at all.  What a guy!

We brought him home and put him outside to start the housebreaking habit, Larry sat in a chair and I picked Taffy up and put him on his chest.  Taffy became Larry’s dog from that moment on, they bonded.

Several weeks went by and our local NBC news channel carried an investigative story about Canine Club.  It seemed that they had been adopting out sick dogs.  Dogs with parvo.  Dogs were dying.  They also had lied to us, they were not breeding dogs, they brought them in from puppy mills all over the midwest.  The reporter went on to say that they were putting puppies down at 4 months old because they were too old for many people to adopt.  Taffy was turning 4 months old when we adopted him.  We saved his life.

Taffy was a very good dog.  He never bit anyone, he never snarled or snapped.  He thought everyone who came to our house, came to see him.  He loved everyone.  He especially loved children.  He could walk on his hind legs.  He smiled like Elvis, one lip up, and he charmed everyone in his world.

18 months later we went to the pet store for supplies and sitting in a cage was a little blonde Lhasa-Poo named Corky, and once Larry got my attention away from a black Pomeranian Taffy and I were looking at, papers were signed and Taffy had a buddy.

They were the best friends.  Where one was, the other was.  They would lie back to back and sleep.  This time Larry did not “steal” my puppy and Corky came to me more, but his personality was different and he did not need to be with people all the time.  To this day he is still a loner at times, but as sweet and loving as they come.

Larry was getting rid of his Durango so we took it to the dealer and while we

 

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