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Puff
This is a little graphic, so some may not want to read it. But it helps me to talk, so I apologize if it offends...
It's been one week and one hour since I walked outside and my world ended. It's been 169 hours since I came outside with my cup of coffee to enjoy the morning and spend some quality time with you, my sweet Bubbaloo, and laugh at your obsession with the tree. All I wanted was to do zoomies and tweak tweaks with you and brush out your tail from all the bark dust you get caught in there and then deposit all over the house. Then we were going to come in and get you and Pokie ready for a quick walk at the beach where you could run and slosh around and chase birds.
Instead, I found you being silly, floating on your side in the pool, enjoying the beautiful day. That was my first thought, because this was so unreal to me and that was not my Puff, that was not you! I ran to you and screamed for help, but I was alone. I pulled you out of the water (still no idea how I did that, ya big chug), and screamed some more, and shook you, and screamed your name. I really thought just yelling would bring you out of it because sometimes you ignored me when I spoke in a normal voice, so I was using my very strong commanding voice. Still nothing. I called 911 (who cares! this was my child!) and starting giving you CPR and AI, but I could hear the water gurgling in your lungs. I thought at first you were groaning and I got so excited because I thought you were coming around. Then a burst of blood came out of your nose, followed by foam and after six minutes of trying to save you, the paramedics came and listened to your sweet heart and couldn't hear anything. I was really, really quiet while they did this and didn't let out a peep, because I just knew they would find a heartbeat.
I know you weren't there, but I loved on you as long as I could. I was soaking wet, with mulch from head to toe, foamy blood on my mouth and my favorite boy in the whole wide world cradled in my arms, wailing loud enough for the world to hear. You were still warm. I just stroked your big head, played with the big ball of fat between your eyes, rubbed your tummy, scratched your armpits, kissed your big furry mouth and cried and cried. I am so sorry that I wasn't there for you. Please know that I love you and will never ever forget you and you will never be replaced.
Thank you for being the best boy ever. You may have been a little shy, but you were a good boy for your family and brought us three years of joy and entertainment. May your big furry butt be in the air, tail wagging, always ready to play on your new journey.
It's been one week and one hour since I walked outside and my world ended. It's been 169 hours since I came outside with my cup of coffee to enjoy the morning and spend some quality time with you, my sweet Bubbaloo, and laugh at your obsession with the tree. All I wanted was to do zoomies and tweak tweaks with you and brush out your tail from all the bark dust you get caught in there and then deposit all over the house. Then we were going to come in and get you and Pokie ready for a quick walk at the beach where you could run and slosh around and chase birds.
Instead, I found you being silly, floating on your side in the pool, enjoying the beautiful day. That was my first thought, because this was so unreal to me and that was not my Puff, that was not you! I ran to you and screamed for help, but I was alone. I pulled you out of the water (still no idea how I did that, ya big chug), and screamed some more, and shook you, and screamed your name. I really thought just yelling would bring you out of it because sometimes you ignored me when I spoke in a normal voice, so I was using my very strong commanding voice. Still nothing. I called 911 (who cares! this was my child!) and starting giving you CPR and AI, but I could hear the water gurgling in your lungs. I thought at first you were groaning and I got so excited because I thought you were coming around. Then a burst of blood came out of your nose, followed by foam and after six minutes of trying to save you, the paramedics came and listened to your sweet heart and couldn't hear anything. I was really, really quiet while they did this and didn't let out a peep, because I just knew they would find a heartbeat.
I know you weren't there, but I loved on you as long as I could. I was soaking wet, with mulch from head to toe, foamy blood on my mouth and my favorite boy in the whole wide world cradled in my arms, wailing loud enough for the world to hear. You were still warm. I just stroked your big head, played with the big ball of fat between your eyes, rubbed your tummy, scratched your armpits, kissed your big furry mouth and cried and cried. I am so sorry that I wasn't there for you. Please know that I love you and will never ever forget you and you will never be replaced.
Thank you for being the best boy ever. You may have been a little shy, but you were a good boy for your family and brought us three years of joy and entertainment. May your big furry butt be in the air, tail wagging, always ready to play on your new journey.
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zingara_princepessa
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I am so sorry. That is absolutely heartbreaking. Please know that you did everything that you could.
They REALLY must be in desperate need for good Chows up there, because we've lost some GREAT ones this month !
Cherish the thought of those 3 wonderful years. God bless.
~Jay
They REALLY must be in desperate need for good Chows up there, because we've lost some GREAT ones this month !
Cherish the thought of those 3 wonderful years. God bless.
~Jay
I really miss my purple kisses!!! RIP Bear, my bestest friend EVER !!
7-20-2006
Khon,you were taken WAY too early !
Til we meet again, my friend
3-24-2007
7-20-2006
Khon,you were taken WAY too early !
Til we meet again, my friend
3-24-2007
My deepest sympathies to you. I wish that I could say more to make it better for you, but I doubt that is even possible. Your story makes me bleery eyed with tears everytime that I think about Puff & what you're going though. If nothing else, please know that we will all be extra cautious around water.
Thank you Elodie!
Your story continues to break my heart. I just shared it with some friends again yesterday. I feel your heartbreak.
I know it hurts deeply. Through your writing, we are able to live that morning with you...and it hurts. We will all be more careful now around water because of your story.
Again, I am so sorry for your loss.
...Sandra
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My Chandler...I miss you so much.
I know it hurts deeply. Through your writing, we are able to live that morning with you...and it hurts. We will all be more careful now around water because of your story.
Again, I am so sorry for your loss.
...Sandra
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My Chandler...I miss you so much.
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Sojourner11
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So sorry for your loss, this is so tough to read..UGH!
The mental picture is torture...I'm so sorry that you would have to endure such a loss. I know first hand what terror comes with looking up one moment and your whole world has changed, and none for the better. I wish there was something I could say that could ease the pain, but in time the grief will slowly be replaced with happy memories of your time spent together.
The mental picture is torture...I'm so sorry that you would have to endure such a loss. I know first hand what terror comes with looking up one moment and your whole world has changed, and none for the better. I wish there was something I could say that could ease the pain, but in time the grief will slowly be replaced with happy memories of your time spent together.
