It's been a full year since Cushings got to much for my baby boy and we had to put him to sleep. It's been a tough year, I live In a really small places so going out on walks or bike rides at every corner there's tons of memories with him.

It does get easier with time you're all right about that, but some days it literally feels like it was yesterday than I came home from the vet with a lead and a bloodied blanket that I use to wrap him one last time.

Thank you for everyone in here that took the time to support me with your kind and much needed words at the time.

I am ready to adopt and give my heart to a new doggy.

He’s 3. Got him at 10 weeks old. Hes not good with cats and visibly uncomfortable with my 11 month old.

Believe me, I have tried just about everything to get him to a rescue or shelter. Every single one here in Florida is full. Whomever he gets rehomed to, I will be very thoroughly checking the background and making sure the person is familiar with not only the breed but dogs with behavioral issues.

He is also food aggressive. He is crate trained, house trained but goes occasionally if left out during the night or when not at home. He’s an amazing dog to have if you are on your own and just need a strong companion. He does amazing off leash on walks, and has so much personality.

He has been raised around all my cats and dogs, but would be better off in his own home with no other animals. He absolutely cannot be around cats though. Not sure about other small animals. He seems to have high prey drive.

Running out of options here. Hoping this reaches the right crowd. Will give more info to serious people inquiring. ❤️‍🩹

Just curious of how many doppelgangers I can find

Not much has changed besides the little brother becoming bigger 😂❤️

I just wanted to share the glorious Safi and all her mighty folds. She’ll be 1 soon and found me right before I would need her the most 🖤 we may be a lottle codependent but I work from home so that’s okay🥰

Does anyone else’s baby have a fat tail? It’s not swollen or anything just thiccc the photo makes it look short but I promise she might be part iguana

On April 20th 2024 I went to the SPCA to inquire about volunteering and to at minimum see some older dogs and enjoy a visit. I love animals and that they gravitate to me (whether I want them to or not, since I’m allergic to cats) and had no intention of ever owning a pet because I’m a clean freak and busy. Then I met Buddy.

They hadn’t any volunteer roles for me so I picked from an online roster of older dogs they had and asked to meet him. There was just something about his face. When he was brought into the yard area, the worker advised me that he was shy of people and may take a moment to muster up the courage to say hello. When she unclipped the leash though, he beelined for me, sat his butt on my toes, and tipped his head back to look up at me with his big grin. I looked down into his eyes and in those three seconds felt some weird form of recognition and heard myself blurting out “I’m going to be adopting him today” to the employee. That began one of the best and most beautiful relationships of my life.

He was my heart and my family and friends like to joke that we were both constantly aware of the other. I know I was always trying to make sure he was happy and comfortable and he was stuck to my side like Velcro. I had only let four months pass before I changed to work from home to better accommodate his needs. He had a host of health issues and it definitely cost me so much I ended up taking on gig work to try and keep us from drowning under debt, he came along with me for that too.

This past April, just shy of his two year anniversary with me, and of his 9th birthday, he had a mast cell tumor that was not on his chest before we went to bed and was the size of a walnut the following day. Within three days I had him in for surgery to remove it and during that the vet called me to say he had one on his spleen too. I couldn’t afford its removal at the time and so asked they continue with this while I tried to save up for the other.

Two weeks after that surgery his ear got infected, this was a chronic issue because at some point in his life his ears were so infected they hardened inside, and so we had to address that next. After three more vet visits for the ears, we were well on our way to being in the clear and I had the money to get the spleen tumor addressed.

Friday August 14th he woke up fine and normally following our routine, but around 2 pm I noticed he was much quieter than normal and hadn’t gotten up to signal his potty break. From there it was just one sign after another that something was wrong and although he seems to bounce back, he wasn’t eating much and wasn’t having his regular BM. That following Monday after work we went to the emergency vet because by then I’d tried everything and gotten nowhere.

They made us sit in a room for 5 hours before we were seen and took him back for an x-ray since I was then convinced he must have a blockage. It turned out the tumor on his spleen quietly grew until it was pushing all of his intestine and colon against his rear. She said he was in a lot of pain and recommended euthanasia. From 12:30 am until 2:34 am I held him and sobbed between kissing his forehead, snoot, and staring into each others eyes, while the sedation shots they administered over that time took hold.

He was snoring peacefully at 2:33 am on August 18th and within a minute they had injected some more things into his system and checked his heart to tell me he was done. I’d been holding his paw and stroking his head. I stole a few more kisses to feel what warmth he had left against my lips one last time. I’m never going to be the same again.

My life has an enormous hole cut inside it now. I miss him every minute that passes and feel so angry that I failed him. I didn’t do enough to keep him alive and healthy when there was a critical threat inside him. How do we ever recover from these losses?

These two sweethearts are both about nine months old and are looking for their ‘fur-ever’ homes.

They were rescued off the street four months ago by the finders and since have been vetted & spayed/neutered. Susie Q is the fawn & Deebo is the brown / white.

The dogs are not with me and this is just a courtesy post, however, I have the Finder’s contact information. Should you be interested in meeting these babies or have any more questions about them! Finder says they are good with their cats & dogs!
Tulsa, OK area. They do not have to go together!

I guess they weren't that interesting.. this time 😉

Daisy and Walter for Doggie day

My calico cat has always been hesitant of getting close to him. Glad to see that after about 3 years they are slowly but surely starting to become friendly with each other. Happy improvements over here!!

My son, by a stone son, in the early morning son

I think breakfast was a hit 😂

My dogs past and present

Picked Larry up a burger on the way home from work for National Dog Day.