Farewell to a friend

Hana, my dear Eskie friend, passed away unexpectedly because of an aggressive form of cancer. She was only nine years old.

This is my favorite picture of her wearing the butterfly wings that Siku Marie sent her. She looked so pretty wearing it, a cross between a butterfly and an Eskie - a Buttereskie! This is how I would like to remember her- fluttering around while wearing her butterfly wings.

I will miss you dear Hana. You were very nice to me and helped introduce me to your other dog-blogging friends. You also left me messages and gave me healing vibes when I was sick.

My mommy cried at the news of your passing. We never met you in person but we feel we already know you. We feel sad for your mom and dad. They must be devastated at the lost of their beautiful girl. Though we are heartbroken because you already crossed the rainbow bridge, we know we will see you in time.

Wear your butterfly wings and run free, dear Hana. We will miss you so much.

I'm back!

Thank you very much for thinking about me. I believe that the healing vibes I received from my friends here and from the other side of the world were essential in my fast recovery. I feel much better, so much better that my cone was finally removed this morning.

My mom said I have been such a good patient because I always let her clean my wound and put ointment on it. So, today, I got a special treat.....

Momma gave me a few bites of her french fries. Yummy!!!

Please send healing vibes for Charlie

Note from Charlie's mom:

This morning, I noticed that Charlie's wound looked odd - it was redder than usual and I could not see the stitches anymore. I brought him back to the vet to have it checked. The vet told me that Charlie must have removed his stitches (perhaps during those times when his cone had to be removed). The vet said his wound had to be disinfected and restitched.

Poor baby had to endure another surgery to have his stitches repaired. I heard him whimpering during the operation. He was still whimpering when I brought him home. He could not keep still and had a hard time sleeping. Having two surgeries in a week must have been very traumatizing for him.

I think I must have brought loads of dog treats to compensate for the guilt Im feeling. I feel horrible that he is suffering. I know having him neutered is best for him. I just wish he'll get well soon.

Post surgery

I was a happy dog until my mom took me to the vet last saturday to have me neutered. I can't help but think what have I done to deserve this.

Feeling groggy from the drugs they gave me, I could not even recognize my mom right after the surgery. A few minutes later, I looked at this lady again, licked her hands and realized who she was- the person responsible for putting me through this ordeal.

Now, I can't sleep properly and I can't play with Myra. I can't stop licking my stitches because ITS JUST SO ITCHY!!! So, my mom put this cone-shaped thingy on my head. Great. Now, my mobility is compromised! I kept bumping the furnitures with it. They told me I look like a druken driver maneuvering the road. My family, ladies and gentlemen, have the gall to laugh at me and make light of the situation while I suffer.

My mom even took pictures of what I look like now. Hey Siku! You think I could come as a lampshade for Halloween?

On the bright side, I was told that a trip to the beach was my reward. I have never been to the beach but it's my mom's favorite place in the world. So, next month, I would finally see why she likes it so much.

Sigh...

Today, I found out what neutering means. Sigh...