Pet Care - Making the Best Of Life

An associate shared this heart-rending story with megrass for her, and then feed them to her. She was a
about his pet and I'll repeat it here in his own words.Istrong dog. She could pull me along behind, dragging
had the most lovely Rotweiler female dog. She wasme holding her leash.As time went on she continually
about two years old when I bought her. She had ahad stomach problems, separated by days when she
strong personality, but was sweet, loving andfelt better. The size of her abdomen also grew larger.
affectionate to me. I named her Snoopy. She was aEach day we still faithfully went on her walk. She
career watch dog. I kept her on a long tether linewould come to me when she thought it was time to
attached to a strong steel post. Every day she wouldgo walking, and remind me that she wanted to go.
go for a long walk with me.When I moved to a moreAs time went on her rest periods during our walks,
rural setting she had her own fenced off yard, togrew more frequent and longer. Some times we did
play in. Life was good. She loved to go for walks onabout half and half, walking and sitting. I would carry
the mountain side behind where we lived. Snoopy'sa water bottle for Snoopy so she could drink. She
world was one of smell. She loved to go sniffing in aalways became thirsty on her walks.Snoopy started
ground squirrel's burrow. She would spend a lot ofdeveloping tumours on the out side of her fur coat.
time digging up the hole. The dirt would go flyingFrom time to time, I checked her coat and noted
behind her, as she became a dirty, soil covered mess.she was developing more tumours, on her sides and
She would dig until tired, and even then it wasshoulders. I suspected the large mass in her abdomen
difficult, to pull her away from the hole.Snoopy was awas also a tumour.Sometimes her food seemed to
very intelligent dog. I talked to her all the time. Shemake her feel sick. In her last week she found a
seemed to understand a great deal of the Englishbunch of bird bones in the forest and insisted on
language and would get all excited if I asked her ifeating them. She really enjoyed eating those bones. I
she wanted to go for a drive in the car. Then sheknew her days were numbered and did not want to
would saunter off to the door, and wait for me todeprive her of any last pleasures. The day after she
go out with her. She did much the same thing if Iate the bones she felt really sick. She didn't eat her
asked her, if she wanted to go for a walk. Snoopyfood for a couple of days after that. Instead she
would gesture with her head and paws towent looking for grass, when we were out walking.
communicate. Some times it was almost like weIn a few days she felt better again. All the grass we
were psychically linked. I would wake up at nightpicked together, must have helped. She sure ate a
from a deep sleep, when she wanted to go outlot of grass. She had a few last good days. Snoopy
side.Snoopy had thick black and brown hair. Twice areally enjoyed life on her good days. She enjoyed
year she would shed her coat. The heaviest hair lossgoing exploring so much, on the mountain side. On
was in spring, when her winter coat was shed. Theher good days one could almost forget, that she had
lighter hair loss came in fall as she prepared to put ona growing problem.Snoopy became sick again and this
her winter coat. I would try to comb her every daytime couldn't keep down food or water. I would try
when she was shedding hair. Brushing her hair yieldedto give her little drinks, hoping her stomach would
bunches of her black fur so at this time of yearkeep the water down. She just threw it up, a short
brushing her coat became a major element of hertime later. On her last morning I woke up, hearing
pet care routine.Even though we were very active,Snoopy coughing violently. I ran to help her. She was
taking mountain walks each day, Snoopy, startedin a life and death struggle to breath. I tried to clear
putting on a lot of weight. She was so heavy, I couldher throat, swatting her on the back of the neck. It
not have lifted her. She was about the size of a smallwas too late. She went unconscious and died in my
sheep.Off and on she would have stomach problems.arms. I was heart broken. My best friend had died.
I noticed she was developing a pot belly. She wouldHer departure ended her cancer, but left me lost,
eat a lot of grass on days when she didn't feel well.with a gigantic hole in my life. Snoopy was the best
Sometimes I would help her, by picking the blades ofpart of my life.