vickie gee
Well-Known Member
Yesterday for the first time ever I had to have a dog put down. Louie was my little fellow, my little friend. Louie was a Japanese Chin that we adopted in 2007. He was estimated to have been born in Feb 2003 so that would have made him 11 years old plus. He was the sweetest little guy. The rescue I got him from said he was found on the hospital parking lot, taken to a groomer who took him to a poodle rescue. Louie loved to go riding in the car. He loved to play with the other dogs. He loved to sit in your lap and just be stroked. His hair was as soft as feathers. His black was blacker than black and his white was whiter than snow. When we sang Louie, Louie, Louie , Loueeeeee to him he knew he was da man. He would only eat when we came home from being away at work. He would get so excited he would toss his food out of the bowl....we called it batter, batter, batter swing. He loved games. We could yell rodeo puppy and he would buck and run and just go wild. His favorite toy sang a cute little diddy and he would grab it and make it sing the minute you walked in the door. And if he ever snuck out the door he was gone. Wheeeeeeeeeee....running down the road like the gingerbread man. The only way to catch him was to crank a vehicle and honk the horn. He would come running so he could "go riding." That was probably how he ended up as a rescue. His teeth were really bad. He had several pulled while he was in rescue and several more pulled over the years. Poor little guy could not even keep his tongue in his mouth but that and his little monkey face made him all the sweeter looking. He has always gone a mile a minute. Friday morning he was vomiting foam. I took him to the vet and he showed me on the x-rays where his heart was so enlarged that it took up his whole chest cavity, congenital heart failure. He always had an arched spine and the x-ray showed where he had three discs that were bone on bone. Took some medicine home but the next morning he was struggling to breathe, not eating or drinking, and was trying to vomit but it was bloody. I did the humane thing. He was put to sleep in my arms. I cried like a baby, brought him home, and dug a grave. My heart is broken. Louie had all sorts of nicknames, among them Luigi and Oodybob. Once a show judge happened to see him and said that at one time he had to have been show quality. He was just our little Louie. Don't know what his life was like before he came into ours, but he sure put a lot of smiles in ours. We are really missing our little fellow, our little friend.
