Something that sucks about Karla’s work…
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Well, there are cheaper, less desirable alternatives...
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@LuFins-Dad Hugs to you and everybody involved.
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Some of her clients become a part of our family…
One of the first dogs that Karla started to take care of was a pair of sisters,
Lucy
and Zoey
They started boarding with us over 10 years ago and would come to stay for a week or two, maybe three times a year. Lucy was absolutely a show dog. She could have been a model for Yorkies in a magazine. Zoey, on the other hand, looked and acted like a crazy cat lady. She would jump onto the back of the couch and bat your nose or nip at your ears to get you to play. Lucy just wanted affection.
They’re both getting older and are/were staying with us this week. Lucy got sick yesterday (she’s been suffering from repeated pancreatitis) and Karla took her to her vet. The parents were in town and went to the vets, too (we were boarding them while he was recovering from a surgery). They decided it was time for her…
It’s almost like losing one of our own dogs…
@LuFins-Dad said in Something that sucks about Karla’s work…:
Some of her clients become a part of our family…
One of the first dogs that Karla started to take care of was a pair of sisters,
Lucy
and Zoey
They started boarding with us over 10 years ago and would come to stay for a week or two, maybe three times a year. Lucy was absolutely a show dog. She could have been a model for Yorkies in a magazine. Zoey, on the other hand, looked and acted like a crazy cat lady. She would jump onto the back of the couch and bat your nose or nip at your ears to get you to play. Lucy just wanted affection.
They’re both getting older and are/were staying with us this week. Lucy got sick yesterday (she’s been suffering from repeated pancreatitis) and Karla took her to her vet. The parents were in town and went to the vets, too (we were boarding them while he was recovering from a surgery). They decided it was time for her…
It’s almost like losing one of our own dogs…
And Zoey was put down today…
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Grieve?
I have two graveyards. Literally.
There are very few things I truly regret in life. My best friend died before his dog died. J.J. Was the smartest dog I've ever been around. I've told several J.J. stories over the years.
My friend's son took care of J.J., But the dog never got the care or love he deserved after my friend died. Chad called us to come over the evening he found J.J. dead, curled up on the back porch. The wife and I dropped by to see that old dog for one last time. I was five or six weeks post-op, with a couple of titanium plates wired in my chest, but if I'd known Chad was just going to pitch that dog's body out in the woods, I'd have dug that grave with a teaspoon.
J.J. deserved better.
Old dogs get next to you. They're like family. Sad to say, sometimes closer than some family. It's a black day when one dies. A black day.
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Seems like she went downhill after she didn’t have her sister to pester.
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Sorry to hear that. Dogs both give and receive love.
