Re: Post Your Picture Thread
This post is going to be a tad fucking depressing, but, here goes....
I've posted my Boston Terriers here a few times before, the last time I posted a picture was in January of myself and Oscar, my oldest, where he didn't care about snap chat. In February, I lost both of them, a week apart. Elvis passed at home as I held him on my recliner from multiple issues. He had diabetes since 2017, cushings disease, heart problems, high blood pressure, he was a mess, had a few seizures last year, but, I paid out of my ass to save him because my pets are my kids and I would do anything for them.
The last time he wasn't well and we took him to the vet for some injections to help him (vitamins, etc), he didn't come out the same. He always returned to form, 100%, happy, excited, full of energy. When I picked him up after being there for the day, he wasn't the same. He was sad and didn't feel like doing anything. He started throwing everything up, couldn't hold his bowels, just laid there all day, hardly moving, couldn't stand up for more than a second when he did get up, I had to help him so he could get water, I had to force feed him.....I just had a feeling in my heart this was it. After 2 years of dealing with these awful diseases, his body couldn't take it anymore and he passed away February 18th, 2019 at the age of 12. That was a Monday. I brought Oscar over to see his body so he knew his friend wasn't going to come back from the vet this time to play and cuddle.
By that Wednesday, Oscar was in a shitty state. He couldn't eat, his body was getting skinny, really fast. He just laid around all day and I had to give him water and food through a syringe. The food, he usually spat out. To backtrack a bit, he had issues with his teeth (tooth pain) that he had entered this same state a few weeks before and was given medication to help ease the pain. He had started eating again, all was well. The meds were good for two weeks and then they wore off. This was lined right up during the passing week of Elvis. We took him to the vet to tell him it seemed to be happening again and the vet suggested bloodwork, so, of course I went ahead with that. The results came back that Oscar had bone marrow disease. His last bloodtest was August of last year and there were no issues with him, so, this seemed to randomly creep up in January as he was fine before. There was nothing that could be done about it. I had to put him down on February 25th, 2019, at the age of 13. He could barely lift his head by then.
My entire life, there has been dogs, I couldn't for the life of me even remember what it was like without a dog. A little over a month went by, I was losing my mind. I missed the noise they made in here. Elvis snored, and, though most people would hate it, I loved it, because it warmed my heart and never made me feel like this place was empty, if that makes any sense. I find it hard to look at pictures of them, still not ready to do that without filling an ocean with tears. I have their paw prints and ashes, I just wish they were still alive.
The second week of April, I couldn't take it anymore. The days without them had been so fucking weak and depressing. It was so silent in here. I hated it. I have my 10 year old cat that I love so much, but, cats and dogs, man, two different worlds. She loves me more than anything, she cuddles, she misses me, but, she is independent, and I like the dependence of dogs, taking them for a walk, etc. so I now how a 3 month old pug puppy. She was born on February 16th, two days before Elvis passed. I remember everything I was doing that Saturday, taking care of my Elvis, not knowing this little savior would be born to ease my pain almost a month and a half later.
Her name is Layla, after the song by Derek and the Dominoes (I am not a huge fan of the later version Clapton did, it's okay, but, his original is better). One of the greatest songs of all time.
She can now make it up on the recliner, not always on the first try, she is still small, but, she has learned to jump forward with more agility and climb better, so, one picture is her assaulting me after jumping up on her own (she is in the biting stages).
One picture is with that baby filter on snapchat. I had to check it out after seeing my favorite basketball player, GOAT Iverson, use it. What in the FUCK is all I gotta say about that.
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