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Week of Bad (RIP to the Dusty dog)

dustyThis was a pretty crap week from the start, I was bogged down at work all week, and being tired and grumpy all week didn't make it worse. The one bright spot was yesterday's party. We invited a bunch of the dancers and friends over for a post-Thanksgiving bash complete with Turkey and copious potato quantities. I was hoping there'd be people wanting to dance, but I just don't think there were enough people up for it, especially since most of the Troupe girls didn't show.

Today though I woke up to horrible news. My step-mom Sherri had called early (8am) this morning to let me know that our Blue Heeler, Dusty, passed away. She'd been having some trouble - she recently had surgery on her knee to fix a busted tendon, but was doing better. And then, Friday on Dad and Sherri's way down to Oklahoma (long story about Sherri's aunt) Dusty wasn't doing good, and though they were halfway there, they turned around to come home. They took Dusty to see the emergency vet, and found out that she had some sort of infection - there was a gland by one of her legs swelling due to the infection, and to make things worse, she'd gone into heat, and the infection was poisoning her system, so the antibiotics wouldn't do much good until they could get the poisoned milk out of her system. Dad stayed up with her all night, and about 6am this morning, she took a sharp turn for the worse, and by the time they got her to the vets office, she had to be put down. They're saying it was cancer.

To make matters worse, Dad just had Dusty at the vet on Thursday, and he didn't notice any problems, but the emergency vet was able to easily recognize it when she was in on Friday. I'm sad, I was a wreck this morning after I talked to Sherri. This little girl was with us for about 9 years, and my Dad and I trained her together. She was his little shadow, and they went every where together, he and I were the only two people she was bonded to, and never barked at. But, I'm so worried about Dad right now. He's so heartbroken, and wasn't even able to talk to me on the phone this morning. I just...yeah.


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Dec. 7th, 2009 02:27 am (UTC)
*hugs you*
Dec. 7th, 2009 02:34 am (UTC)
Thanks. *hugs*
Dec. 7th, 2009 02:28 am (UTC)
I'm really sorry to hear that. Losing a family pet is really rough. :(
Dec. 7th, 2009 02:34 am (UTC)
Thanks. It never gets easier.
Dec. 7th, 2009 02:31 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry to hear about Dusty. Unfortunately, vets do this type of thing all the time (both my dogs, for example). *hugs* I'm really, really sorry.
Dec. 7th, 2009 02:33 am (UTC)
Dec. 7th, 2009 03:12 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry. :(
Dec. 7th, 2009 03:17 am (UTC)
So sorry. :( She was a really pretty girl, too. *hugs*
Dec. 7th, 2009 07:25 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I can the hugs.
Dec. 7th, 2009 03:24 am (UTC)
Aw, poor Dusty. She was such a good girl - we had such fun times with her.

Hugs for you and your dad and step-mom.
Dec. 7th, 2009 07:24 pm (UTC)
She was a good girl. I sent a message on FB to some of Dad's friends to call him. He and I can't talk on the phone right now, because I know we'll both be a huge mess. I'm going to try and see him before I go visit little-baby-what's-her-name this weekend.
Dec. 7th, 2009 03:37 am (UTC)
That's horrible, especially around this time of year. :( *hugs*
Dec. 7th, 2009 08:50 am (UTC)
I'm sorry for your loss. I hope your dad is okay.
Dec. 7th, 2009 09:41 am (UTC)
Poor puppy...

I'm sorry, you both have my condolences. Losing a pet that's been with you so long, has become a part of your emotional attachments, is the same as losing a family member.

I hope your father is alright.
Dec. 7th, 2009 07:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you. It's tough, I can't even talk to him on the phone right now, which is killing me. Neither one of us would be able to talk - we're a mess together.
Dec. 7th, 2009 12:13 pm (UTC)
I am so sorry to hear of your loss. *hugs*
Dec. 9th, 2009 05:19 am (UTC)
Losing pets can be one of our hardest losses. My thoughts are with you and your Dad.
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