Must Love Pekes is a blog for those who love Pekingese -- their looks, their antics, their personalities. It is written by me, Linda, and I have been rescuing Pekingese for over 20 years. Lots of them have come through our home. We have loved them all.
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013
FAREWELL SCHATZIE
We are so sorry for our foster mom Valerie on the loss of her sweet Schatzie. 1/12/95- 4-22-13. He was a very loved boy. Rest in peace, sweet one.
Yes, we had to say goodbye to him Monday, his seizures were becoming too fast and too intense and zapping his body, in fact we thought we would lose him Sunday night and stayed up with him all night so he wouldn’t be alone, we were so afraid that he would have a massive seizure that he didn’t recover from, and go alone and scared. That picture was our last walk and hanging out in the park before the vet came and met us and we held him as we sent him off. He flopped down and looked at the community garden, and we got down with him and snuggled with him and it was like he knew, and was trying to get the last glimpses of peace and smell the grass, and we were trying to heap as much love as he could carry to take with him on his way. Chris kept telling him he was sorry, and I kept trying to tell him how it would be for him on the other side, and the other dogs he would meet – some of them he didn’t even meet yet – and that he would go on ahead but that we would come along in time and be together again. I can’t stop crying. He was the best little guy and even though taking him at 17 (he was a throwaway shelter dog that I got in January 2012 at 17, he turned 18 this past January) you knew you were on borrowed time, it seemed like he’d live forever – he used to amaze people at the dogpark, they’d say you should bottle whatever he has. Hie eyes always were shining. He was such a brave, stubborn, determined, feisty boy, and so loyal and affectionate. Losing him and Bogart in the space of a month is too much. No one would ever think that four dogs and two birds in a house could seem quiet and lonely, but it is.
Yes, we had to say goodbye to him Monday, his seizures were becoming too fast and too intense and zapping his body, in fact we thought we would lose him Sunday night and stayed up with him all night so he wouldn’t be alone, we were so afraid that he would have a massive seizure that he didn’t recover from, and go alone and scared. That picture was our last walk and hanging out in the park before the vet came and met us and we held him as we sent him off. He flopped down and looked at the community garden, and we got down with him and snuggled with him and it was like he knew, and was trying to get the last glimpses of peace and smell the grass, and we were trying to heap as much love as he could carry to take with him on his way. Chris kept telling him he was sorry, and I kept trying to tell him how it would be for him on the other side, and the other dogs he would meet – some of them he didn’t even meet yet – and that he would go on ahead but that we would come along in time and be together again. I can’t stop crying. He was the best little guy and even though taking him at 17 (he was a throwaway shelter dog that I got in January 2012 at 17, he turned 18 this past January) you knew you were on borrowed time, it seemed like he’d live forever – he used to amaze people at the dogpark, they’d say you should bottle whatever he has. His eyes always were shining. He was such a brave, stubborn, determined, feisty boy, and so loyal and affectionate. Losing him and Bogart in the space of a month is too much. No one would ever think that four dogs and two birds in a house could seem quiet and lonely, but it is.
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So sorry for the loss of little Schatzie...
So sorry for your loss of Schatzie. He sure did live a long and loved life. RIP Schatzie!
I am so sad for your loss.
Yes, we had to say goodbye to him Monday, his seizures were becoming too fast and too intense and zapping his body, in fact we thought we would lose him Sunday night and stayed up with him all night so he wouldn’t be alone, we were so afraid that he would have a massive seizure that he didn’t recover from, and go alone and scared. That picture was our last walk and hanging out in the park before the vet came and met us and we held him as we sent him off. He flopped down and looked at the community garden, and we got down with him and snuggled with him and it was like he knew, and was trying to get the last glimpses of peace and smell the grass, and we were trying to heap as much love as he could carry to take with him on his way. Chris kept telling him he was sorry, and I kept trying to tell him how it would be for him on the other side, and the other dogs he would meet – some of them he didn’t even meet yet – and that he would go on ahead but that we would come along in time and be together again. I can’t stop crying. He was the best little guy and even though taking him at 17 (he was a throwaway shelter dog that I got in January 2012 at 17, he turned 18 this past January) you knew you were on borrowed time, it seemed like he’d live forever – he used to amaze people at the dogpark, they’d say you should bottle whatever he has. Hie eyes always were shining. He was such a brave, stubborn, determined, feisty boy, and so loyal and affectionate. Losing him and Bogart in the space of a month is too much. No one would ever think that four dogs and two birds in a house could seem quiet and lonely, but it is.
Yes, we had to say goodbye to him Monday, his seizures were becoming too fast and too intense and zapping his body, in fact we thought we would lose him Sunday night and stayed up with him all night so he wouldn’t be alone, we were so afraid that he would have a massive seizure that he didn’t recover from, and go alone and scared. That picture was our last walk and hanging out in the park before the vet came and met us and we held him as we sent him off. He flopped down and looked at the community garden, and we got down with him and snuggled with him and it was like he knew, and was trying to get the last glimpses of peace and smell the grass, and we were trying to heap as much love as he could carry to take with him on his way. Chris kept telling him he was sorry, and I kept trying to tell him how it would be for him on the other side, and the other dogs he would meet – some of them he didn’t even meet yet – and that he would go on ahead but that we would come along in time and be together again. I can’t stop crying. He was the best little guy and even though taking him at 17 (he was a throwaway shelter dog that I got in January 2012 at 17, he turned 18 this past January) you knew you were on borrowed time, it seemed like he’d live forever – he used to amaze people at the dogpark, they’d say you should bottle whatever he has. His eyes always were shining. He was such a brave, stubborn, determined, feisty boy, and so loyal and affectionate. Losing him and Bogart in the space of a month is too much. No one would ever think that four dogs and two birds in a house could seem quiet and lonely, but it is.
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