here's how it played out.
Kodiac (our wolf/malamute) was sick for a couple days. We took him to the vet Saturday morning. Local vet thought this an' that, some kinda disease maybe, then they thought perhaps a twisted spleen.
They recommend the larger, better equiped vet hospital downtown.
I pull all the shid outa the back of the jeep an' throw it on the ground.
We pick up Kodi an' take him to the bigger hospital.
Here's how ill he was. He never used to let me pick him up. I used to try to pick him up an' stand on the bathroom scale to weigh him. He wouldn't go for it. its an alpha male dog thing. My dog was so sick he couldn't get in the jeep. I picked him up an' he didn't budge.
We blast downtown thru slow movin' traffic while Rubbah swears at every ##### in the fast lane.
We get to the vet hospital an the girls are waitin' for us. VERY COOL.
It must have been a sight. Here comes mean ol' ugly faced Rubbah with his 120 pound dog in his arms...cryin' like a fuggin' baby...walkin' in to the vet's.
The girls were awesome. Absolutely awesome. They had a gurney waitin' an' ol' Rubb laid the big dog down on it.
Then they whistled him off to the back.
They showed me an' the mouse into a nice little room to explain what was goin' on. The surgeon came out an' explained that he has internal bleeding an' that she would like to go in right away....meaning...they need to cut the big dog open. They explain the bill could reach 3700 hundred dollars easy. The mouse is so qwik with her credit card, you'd swear she was Wyatt Earp. We dont give a fug what it'll cost. We'll re-fuggin'-mortgage the house if we have too.
not a disease,not a twisted spleen... his liver is fugged.
they cant save him.
The Mouse... freaks. She crys like I've never seen before.
big tuff guy Rubbah.... he cries too. Then he gets angry.Then he gets sad. Then angry some more.
the next day.... Rubb goes down to make the decisions about where the big dog goes from here. Rubb goes alone, 'cause the Mouse is a crying mess. I decide that we'll let this nice ol' guy who does the cremations for the vet spread the big dogs ashes around the ol' guys farm.
the girls at the vets office have made an' impression of Kodiac's paw in plaster. They give it to Rubb. Most of them are teary eyed aswell.
So.... after I stop blubberin' like a school girl I'm gonna make the House Mouse a little frame. I'm gonna put his collar,his foot print, a couple pictures, and a lock of his fur the girls cut for me... into the frame.
anyway....the main reason for the post. Thanks.
Thanks to all you big hearted bastids.
The Mouse read all of yer kind words....made her cry even harded... I didn't think that was possible,but it was....it took her about an' hour an' a half to get thru all the nice words.
She says THANKS. She wants to thank you all herself.
She's gonna post up here in a couple days...after she's done cryin' she says. She's just not an' internet girl. She doesn't have email. She doesn't surf much. But she's looked in occasionally, especially when I'm laughing outloud.
she feels like she knows some of you... from the things I've said....bits she's read here an' there...
this is where this board goes above an' beyond...
its not the great deals,or the advice,the bickering or the sponsors.... its not any of the electronic krap that makes it work....its not the servers or who hosts them...
its the people.
I feel honoured an' blessed.
just wanted to say thanks.... Andy(Rubb), Jay(Janet, aka the House-Mouse),Ripley(the rottweiller)....
an' of course... the big dog. R I P Kodiac.
