|Death: ||Apr. 6, 2010|
Abbie was trouble from beginning to end.
We adopted her from the Denver Dumb Friends League in December 2001. We didn't know much about her history, but we chose her because we thought she matched up well with our other dog (which turned out to be a mistake!). She came home, recently spayed, bandaged legs due to having her dewclaws removed.
She got in a fight with our dog the very first night home. We probably should have taken her back to the shelter, but something about her made us want to give her a chance. She did settle into an uneasy truce with Bailey. They were never great friends, but they tolerated each other and got along well enough to team up to bark at whatever passed in front of our house. They did have additional fights throughout the years, but they always seemed to be able to go back to that truce, as long as Abbie was in charge of the food!
Shortly after we got Abbie, she had to pay her first visit to the emergency vet because she cut her foot open on something in our yard. We stitched her up and took great care of her feet, and as soon as she got her stitches out, we turned her lose in the yard, and she promptly cut open her other foot. We took everything out of the yard we thought could be causing it. She never cut her feet again after that.
Abbie flunked out of puppy kindergarten because she couldn't get along with the other dogs. We had to take her in a side room to try to run through the training with her, but she was too focused on trying to bark at this one small dog across the room. I think she technically graduated, but we all know she really flunked out.
She was tough to walk too. She was always barking at other dogs or trying to run after cars. She ran an arc into the grass in our backyard by running from side yard to side yard every time a truck drove by.
Abbie seemed to attract a lot of problems. Shortly after our children were born in 2003, she developed a chattering problem. We took her to the vet and tried antidepressants and other things to try to get the chattering to stop. But nothing worked. Then, one day, after more than a year, she just stopped chattering on her own.
She loved to chase birds and she even brought me a mouse once. She had a soft side too. She really loved to lay on the couch or on our bed.
In 2009, she started limping. The vet thought she tore an ACL and she was going to have surgery to fix it, but she started having other medical problems. To make a really long story short, she went through a lot of testing, blood tests, x-rays, biopsies, more x-rays, poking, prodding. She had vasculitis that made her feel miserable. But we got her on prednisone and she started doing really well for about a month. Then we found a lump on her shoulder, and that began a slow decline. They did not think it was cancer, but it turned out to be cancer. We found out not too long ago that it had spread to her lungs. We did everything we could to help her, but we ultimately decided to put her to sleep on April 6. The hardest thing I think I have ever had to do.
She went through a lot. I hope she did not suffer, but I know that she was uncomfortable. She lost the use of her leg, and yet, she would still get up and come to the door when we came home, tail wagging. The Sunday before she died, we took her to a park and she ran the best she could, sniffed around the weeds, soaked up the sun and really seemed to enjoy her time, even if her body was in bad shape. She was the toughest, bravest dog in the world. Through everything she went through, every poke, prod, etc., she never once whined or cried. She wagged her tail even when she was hurting.
I miss you Abbie. My heart is broken today. I'm glad you are no longer suffering and I hope you are chasing birds and squirrels in heaven.
Cremated, Ashes given to family or friend.
Created by: Kristen Beckman
Record added: Apr 07, 2010
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