Reignmaker Miniatures
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because you all will understand so well. On Friday morning I got out of bed to find that my Bullmastiff had been sick during the night. Well, it happens, so I turned Magnum outside and set about cleaning up the mess. My husband went down stairs to feed him his breakfast and to clean up what he might find there but came back right away to say there was blood in what he found. So I followed him down to look thinking the dog had perhaps eaten a stick that was stuck in his mouth and causing bleeding. What I found was a large clot of blood on the floor. We went out to see what was up, passing an untouched breakfast (Magnum never missed a meal, ever) and found him laying in the grass panting heavily. I opened his mouth to look for an obstruction there and felt a dry, cold mouth and could see his entire mouth had gone very very pale. I told hubby to get the truck and we loaded him up, he couldn't or wouldn't stand by then so we rolled him onto a quilt and lifted him into the back seat. Grabbed my little dogs bed that is in the truck and propped his head up to keep it from dropping off the edge of the seat and rushed to the vet. Its a 30 minute drive there, only took maybe 15 but our beloved big boy never made the trip. He was gone by the time we reached the clinic. We had a vet come out to confirm it but we both already knew. The vet believes he had either a perforated ulcer or a cancer that caused a hemorage. I asked about the possibility of a stick or bone shard but she felt since he was fine the previous evening, eating, playing etc., and had not had anything at all during the night , it was unlikely.
They offered to do a necropsy but they are so often inconclusive and we just wanted to bring him home to where he had spent his entire life and lay him to rest. Magnum was born here on this property, lived his entire life here and he died here.
Magnum was my handicapped daughter's best friend, he kept predators out of our yard and he was loved by every one who knew him. He tried so hard to always do what was 'right' had a very highly developed conscience and would suffer guilt if he broke a rule even unintentionally. He loved to pick my strawberries, couldn't resist them even tho he was scolded repeatedly. Naughty boy, he always chose the biggest and reddest berries in the patch. That and his occasional garbage can raids were his only weaknesses. He lived to please us, was never happier than when we laughed at him, running big laps with a happy 'smile' on his face just to keep us laughing. His joy was a kind word or an ear rub, and any time he could spend with our daughter. When we brought her home for a visit he was beside himeself with a happiness that eminated from him, he never left her side except for short bathroom breaks. How I am going to tell her he's gone, I have no idea. We often joked that Magnum's name should have been "My Dog" because so many people said "Thats my dog" when they saw him and wanted to take him home. Even people who claimed to fear dogs seemed to recognize his kindness and had no fear of him and yet when we weren't home, visitors who didn't know him were unsure of his reactions and would hesitate to leave their vehicles. He was our friend, our clown and our gaurdian. A valued member of our family. RIP Magnum April 2006 - May 2012. You have left a huge hole in my life and my heart.
We layed him to rest on a hill where he spent many hours watching and occasionally greeting neighbors who passed on the road, next to the srawberries I would so love to share with him again.
They offered to do a necropsy but they are so often inconclusive and we just wanted to bring him home to where he had spent his entire life and lay him to rest. Magnum was born here on this property, lived his entire life here and he died here.
Magnum was my handicapped daughter's best friend, he kept predators out of our yard and he was loved by every one who knew him. He tried so hard to always do what was 'right' had a very highly developed conscience and would suffer guilt if he broke a rule even unintentionally. He loved to pick my strawberries, couldn't resist them even tho he was scolded repeatedly. Naughty boy, he always chose the biggest and reddest berries in the patch. That and his occasional garbage can raids were his only weaknesses. He lived to please us, was never happier than when we laughed at him, running big laps with a happy 'smile' on his face just to keep us laughing. His joy was a kind word or an ear rub, and any time he could spend with our daughter. When we brought her home for a visit he was beside himeself with a happiness that eminated from him, he never left her side except for short bathroom breaks. How I am going to tell her he's gone, I have no idea. We often joked that Magnum's name should have been "My Dog" because so many people said "Thats my dog" when they saw him and wanted to take him home. Even people who claimed to fear dogs seemed to recognize his kindness and had no fear of him and yet when we weren't home, visitors who didn't know him were unsure of his reactions and would hesitate to leave their vehicles. He was our friend, our clown and our gaurdian. A valued member of our family. RIP Magnum April 2006 - May 2012. You have left a huge hole in my life and my heart.
We layed him to rest on a hill where he spent many hours watching and occasionally greeting neighbors who passed on the road, next to the srawberries I would so love to share with him again.
