PRINCESS
1/10/06 to 3/27/08
My Dear Princess,
You were born into the wrong hands, people who wanted to make money and did not care about the betterment of the breed, you had a broker tattoo on your tummy which was a dead give away to me.
You were then sold to someone who also wanted money and did not care about you or your overall health but the money you could make them, but you did not know that and you knew nothing different and only you really know what happened in that horrible place called a puppy mill.
When help finally arrived for you and the others it was a blessing but you then sat in a shelter for months and months, sick and waiting for your next move.
When CBRR finally got to get you out of the shelter, I got you and I was a nervous wreck, I had no clue what to expect, coming from a puppy mill I had thought the worst possible case scenarios.
I put you in the back of the car and we headed home and not even a mile down the road you had explosive diarrhea infested with worms all over the car and I just could not imagine how you felt....you were so sick. You hardly had any fur left on your poor body, skin bright red and crusted, you smelled of yeast so bad we had to keep the windows in the car cracked just to get some fresh air, your feet were so swollen, your breathing compromised and you had a huge tumor the size of a baseball hanging off the right side of your neck....you were a medical wreck to say the least.
You moved into my spare room with the greatest of ease and I think you knew you were finally safe.
I took you to the bullie Doctor the next day for much needed treatment and we began your long battle of mange and skin infections first and lets not forget about the deworming you seriously needed. We had a long road ahead of us and you seemed to take it in stride.
It took you a few days to get acclimated to your new surroundings and you were the sweetest girl and what I call "Love starved" you never had attention before and now that you were getting it you soaked it up like a sponge and thought that I should sit where you could climb into my lap and just be petted, you loved having your lil soft ears scratched the most. You had the cutest most irresistible face I have ever seen, your expressions were priceless and the love in your eyes melted my heart.
You had no clue how to play with others or what toys even were. You didn't even know how to chew a bone, if it wasn't something you could just scarf down it was worthless to you.
You took your medications and baths like a champ, ate the best food and your soft baby fur started to grow back...I remember thinking we are making great progress, I knew you were feeling better as you started to prance around the house with your head held high, and I began to see your funny personality. I didn't know it at the time but you were just a baby, I had an idea but just didn't know for sure.
You lived at my house til the puppy mill case was over and your destination was still unknown, because of the legalities of it all I could not give you major medical help, and I so feared you would have to go back, but you didn't and CBRR finally got full custody of you which was the greatest news ever, now you could get the major medical care you so desperately needed and I was going to be able to find you the best home for you to live your life safe, free and loved.
We needed to find out what that lump on your neck was and have it removed. I took you to a soft tissue surgeon for an exam and we scheduled the tumor removal and the palate surgery to help you breathe. The Dr felt that til we got your major health issues corrected that we would never get you healthy because these other issues compromised your immune thus leading to other health issues and that we would just be chasing our tails. You were scheduled for your surgeries on March 24th 2008, I fed you well the night before and woke you early the next morning to go to your appointment. After dropping you off I got a call from the vet saying that your belly was still full and they could not do the surgery, so we had to wait until the next day. Your surgeries went well and you were resting comfortably and spending the night in the hospital and they would advise me the next day if you would be able to come home or had to spend another night. I was able to pick you up and bring you home, where I brought you into your room and secured you away from your foster siblings....it was Princess' time and you were my main concern. I sat and petted you while you lay comfortable on your blanket. You were just fine...within an hour or so you sounded really congested and we sat in the bathroom with the door closed and the shower running full steam ahead to help you breathe, then blood began to flow from your drain tube and we were off to the hospital where I was advised you were in critical condition and it was a long rough night for both of us, and that next day you left me for the Rainbow Bridge for a better life free of pain and I don't blame you even though I was so sad and hurt, I know why you did it. A week after you passed I got the biopsy results of your tumor and that it was a Mast Cell Tumor that would have ended your life in the long run, you spared me real pain of having to make a decision when would be the best time to end your life. To this day I do not know what happened and after talking to all the Doctors that took such wonderful care of you it appears that you ended up in respiratory failure where either your trachea, larynx or both collapsed. I hope you know that I did my best to try and give you a bright and wonderful future and that I will always be here to continue to help others like you as I know that is what you would want me to continue to do. I know the last 6 months of your life while you were with me, you had a warm, clean place to live and roam, you had the best food on the market, you were clean, and most of all loved dearly by me and those that got to know you as well.
You are now back home with me at the only real home you ever knew, a home full of love that just wanted to help you get better.
You be a good girl my dear Princess, know I think about you every day and that I miss your cute and innocent mug. I will continue to fight against puppy mills and educate people about them in your honor.
Love you forever,
Kodie
Your Foster Mum