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Corky and Ginny Went Home

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Ginny and Corky Nov.29, 2017 sleeping in the living room.

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Our first corgis, Merrymont Impression-Corky and Merrymont Virginia’s Beauty-Ginny went home to heaven on November 30, 2017. They were Emily’s boy and girl. Growing up together and now going home together, they lived long lives. Corky was 16 years in August and Ginny would have been 16 this coming March 2018.

Corky’s father was a Best of Breed in Va. and Ginny’s father was a Canadian Champion. We got Corky first from Emily’s second litter and the following year, Ginny came. Later, in Nov., Emily came when the breeder became ill.

Ginny was to be Corky’s companion as he barked a lot when we were working in the gardens. She did stop him from doing that but they acted like brothers and sisters in the human world most of the time. She had the thickest and most beautiful coat. Ginny became Daddy’s Princess. She was the best one to groom, do her ears, and teeth until the last year.

Corky loved us both, too, but idolized his Daddy. He followed him around everywhere. When you have furkids this long, their lives entwine yours in everything. As Glenn said last night, he sees Corky and Ginny everywhere. Then not to have a pack but only one, is tough. It’s now ‘the empty nest’ feeling.

Velvet came in August 2014 just 3 weeks after Emily went home. Corky was going through grief still and he became friends with Velvet. They loved each other very much. At night, they’d both be in the living room with Glenn. If she left the room, he would wake up and look for her. Velvet liked to sniff his back and there would be these little tuffs sticking up along Corky’s back. He would come next to Velvet and plop his yard-long frame on her front feet or next to her.

Velvet and Corky looked out the door all the time together. He even let her eat from his bowl and didn’t growl. If that was Ginny, there would be a fight. Ginny and Corky didn’t fight much, though, just growl and bare their teeth if one got in the other’s face.

Last week, Ginny and Corky kissed each other on the muzzle. That was warm to see now after they’ve mellowed. Glenn wanted them to go home together as they were both about the same condition health wise. At first, I thought that this would be a double whammy. Then I thought that Glenn is right as we’d have to take the other soon after.

Ginny didn’t really walk much and Corky lost a lot of weight these last 6 weeks. Ginny started skipping food recently and Corky started getting weaker a few days before he went home. We knew it was time. It will take time

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Corky and Velvet-best friends!

for us to recover and Velvet to adjust.

Right now, it’s very, very sad but I know it will get better over time. I think Velvet fully thought that Corky was back home when we went out to eat on Nov. 30. She ran to the back of the house and looked for him. She’s still looking for Corky and not wanting to play with her toys much. Glenn put Corky’s cover from the living room on the sofa for Velvet to smell. She’s good with that.

We are praying for God to give her a best friend again. She’s a very good girl with a lovely temperament. I know Velvet will help mend the 2 holes in our heart because she mended mine when Emily went to heaven.

 

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A River of Tears-Part 3

Note: This is our experience but parts may be very emotionally upsetting to some.
You can see in the last photo on Aug. 20 in Part 2 that Emily looked very aged. She was weakening more and more. She started not wanting her canned prescription food in the days that followed. It was challenging for us to vary it, heat it, and get her to eat some at least. Emily also needed to have closer and more dishes of her Tramadol, too.
A few times she could not walk in her cart but after a couple of doses and food she was better. I could tell she was near to leaving soon. I spent my time with her and near her as much as I could. Emily slept much more now.
The last night we took our naps about 9 pm. She wanted my hand on her head for a massage and kept nudging it. I put my other arm around her, too, and she napped on my elbow. I awoke at 12 m to Emily curled up with her head under her blanket to block out the light. I didn’t want to wake her and got up for my medicine.
When I came back about 4 am, I put my arm on her and Emily’s heart was beating somewhat fast and hard. It felt uncomfortable so I moved away. When I awoke again, it was 7am or so, and I returned to bed shortly. Then I put my hand on her paw as usual and it was stiff.
My beloved girl had gone to heaven. I got up and went to see all of her and I felt relief and peace. It was over. August 27, 2014
Glenn checked on her, too. After breakfast, we brought her in the garden room and put her on her pad. The other 3 dogs came to say goodbye. Corky and Ginny just lost their mother. They now knew what happened which will help them with their grief.

Later, we took Emily to the vet for private cremation. When the pet cemetery returns the cremains, they will have her paw print, too. The vet said that we did the right things. Having her take increased medicine, doses, and her passing away at home is better. (This is a very personal decision for dog owners and each dog and family is different.)

Many vets do this now-increase medicine and number of doses to have a good quality of life to near the end. It was only about the last 3 days that eating and walking were more difficult for Emily. But she still was able to move about on the pad.

Were we “lucky” to be spared the “decision”? No, because we made it our choice not to take her life but to let God take it back to Him. He made her and gave her life. He gave Emily as a precious gift to us for 12 of 15 years.

A river of tears still flows but I’ll see her again in heaven. She’ll be young again and we will be, too.
Run free, my beloved Emily. Auf wiedersehen!

Emily in 2008. This is one of my favorite pictures. She is beautiful and her sable-colored head shines in the light. It was colored sable to the roots unlike Corky's red. His and Ginny's changes to black near the roots.

Emily in 2008. This is one of my favorite pictures. She is beautiful and her sable-colored head shines in the light. It was colored sable to the roots unlike Corky’s red. His and Ginny’s changes to black near the roots.

Grief Began a Year Ago-Part 2

Cont. from Part 1

The cart and experiences I posted here previously. Things were on a plateau once we developed a system. Emily did what she had to but seemed to enjoy the change of pace in getting outside in the cart. She did fairly well until June of this year. At that time, in mid-June, Emily seemed to deteriorate.
I started becoming more and more distraught and cried long hours and days, mostly away from her. I didn’t want to upset her but I think she knew. We took evening naps together and I massaged her head and back. She loved it.

I would take the back of my hand and caress her muzzle from her nose and backwards. She would immediately fall asleep. Emily seemed to tire more and more and wanted to go back to bed earlier. She loved my bed, with the deep mattress and pillow-top, the best. Glenn would put her there at 12m.
By mid-July I was extremely distraught. We talked about the “putting down”. I said that I couldn’t or wouldn’t take her life. Glenn agreed as he wanted her to stay. Since our fax was down, we took Emily with us to talk to our vet but the vet was out. That following Mon. or Tues. was our appt. to discuss Emily’s condition and for me to talk the vet about what I believed.

I told the vet that I wouldn’t and couldn’t take Emily’s life because God gave her that life. It was God who had to take it to Him. It was our job to take care of and do our best for Emily. The vet gave her stronger Rimadayl and found pop-up sores on her abdomen. These were from Emily wanting to be in one position. The antibiotic cleared that up by the beginning of August, and I had to bath or clean her daily, and be sure she kept dry.

This was very difficult as Emily would roll off the pad in the garden room a lot if not comfortable. (We cut a couple of pads from a memory foam, mattress pad that I no longer used. It was covered and then a cut-up rubber sheet, with fleece, used for cribs, was on top.)

It was challenging to keep her position moved all day when not using the cart for potty. Still, I kept reading vet’s articles on the End of Life, etc. online and thinking of the quality-of-life-dilemma. The decisions were not easy. I prayed with Emily each night.

Should I intervene now? I won’t and can’t. God made her and surely He knows if she is suffering. He has everything under control, I thought. So, by mid-August, after my prayers, the answer came as,” Wait patiently for God to act.” Of course, what was I doing trying to hurry this along! We continued Emily’s care and waited.

Cont. in Part 3

Cory and Emily Aug 20,2014. It was Corky's 13th birthday.

Cory and Emily Aug 20,2014. It was Corky’s 13th birthday.

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Emily had a “Dog Day”

IMG_1451Her “Dog Day” was yesterday and she had us concerned.  Emily didn’t eat breakfast or drink water in the morning. She was lethargic and slept. About 1 PM, Glenn tried the ½ tablet of her Rimadyl pain medicine with a few kibble pieces and she did eat that but no water then either.

She did go in the cart for a walk and had normal movements but Emily continued to be this way and at dinner, 4 PM, didn’t eat or drink then.  About 6 PM, the kids get their snack after our dinner, usually fruit or veggie, and Emily had several pieces of apple. Glenn left the plate in front of her and she had eaten that when he returned. A ray of hope!

At first we were concerned and I was upset but Glenn said that about a month ago she also didn’t eat. Well, if I remember, that was only for one meal. I gave it a lot of thought and Sunday the weather here was atrocious. We had a massive rain storm come up from the Gulf of Mexico and heavy rain all day. I couldn’t do anything all day or use my arms. AHA! Emily must have been in severe pain which wore here out like it does to me.

Fortunately (?), I suffer from the same pain as she does so I got it. About 8 PM, we offered her the dry kibble again and Emily ate it all. Then she eat her cookie, peanut butter and the hidden Tramadol pain medicine, too. Finally, we got her to drink some water. After that she perked up more and was normal to the early AM and a third dose of pain medicine.

It really had us a little scared for she didn’t even respond to me touching her in the AM. If I recall, a couple of times before she had suffered this but not to the extent of no water and an all-day thing. Yes, sometimes the regular doses of pain medicine does not help even me in weather like we had yesterday.

By about 7 PM of so the storm moved north of us, which also helped. I just have to remember that when I feel this way, that Emily does, too. We didn’t have to call the vet this morning as all was well with her.

I thank God for answering our prayers and that Emily feels better today.