Puppy Mill Puppy Version 1.2

I’d like to say we are at PMP V2.0 by now, but unfortunately I just don’t think we are there yet.  Little Alaska is just not coming out of her shell as quickly as we might like… and certainly no where near as rapidly as Dixie did.  We have had her for a week and a half now and while she is no longer as scared and confused as she was, we are just not seeing ANY signs of her ‘acting like a dog’ yet.  I am sure she’s in there and it will come, but so far… sad and scared puppy is sad and scared.

Wednesday August 14, 2013 at 2:06pm
Alaska spent most of today hiding in the bathroom and only coming for cuddles when I went and collected her and had her sit with me for a while.  I have still been feeding her by hand in an attempt to stop her flinching and seeing hands as objects of fear that may result in hostility.  It is time consuming, but I think it is starting to work.  We are able to handle her a bit more readily (I’ve stopped picking her up with a towel and that only took a couple of days) and she is letting us pet her more, though she is still flinching whenever you move touch her or pick her up.  I bought a new collar and lead for her, which fits properly and while we haven’t tried to take her outside on the lead again yet, it is good to know she can’t wriggle out of her only ID tag.  She has spent all her time inside the house since she got here, I just couldn’t bear it if she got out… there is NO WAY she would come to any human, ever… and if she got out on the streets I doubt we’d ever see the poor little girl again.

Thursday, August 15 2013 at 11:33pm 
Pretty much the same as yesterday.  Alaska has spent much of today sitting on a pillow in the sun next to Mr K while he works on an MBA assignment with plenty of sporadic cuddles.  Gotta keep that human contact up or I think she’d start to retreat again.  She still gives the impression that she’d rather just be left alone and doesn’t like being handled at all.  Dixie and Alaska are sorting themselves out – with Alaska getting so much attention, Dixie has a couple of times been startled upon waking and had a ‘knee-jerk’ reaction to anyone in the vicinity… not biting or snapping, just jerking herself upright all startled.  It’s a bit of a hard balance to keep lavishing attention on Alaska to get her to trust us without making Dixie feel like she has been usurped – herself a puppy mill dog, she is now very outgoing but since Alaska got here, if she can’t sit on or beside us, she will go and flop somewhere nearby rather than lay in a ‘second best’ spot or less close than Alaska is laying to the people.

Friday, August 16 2013 at 10:45am
Had another biting incident just now, but it was totally our fault.  Alaska has shown very little interest in leaving her crate or the room the crate is in unless she is physically picked up and moved to be with us… and today she finally decided to venture out of the bathroom (she is in the bathroom because the laundry is primarily Dixie’s domain and has ready access to outside).  Anyway, the laundry door was open while we were, you know, doing laundry, and Alaska actually came out of the bathroom to investigate what was going on.  Mr K saw her, just as her little bottom was about to step out the dog door to the outside – where we knew we would have trouble catching her without traumatizing her.  Reacting quickly, he grabbed her hindquarters and went to stop her from exiting the building scoring a quick bite to the hands for his troubles.  I think he startled and scared her more than anything – she’s definitely not showing signs of aggression any more since last week, other than this isolated incident.  She’s not snarling or growling at Dixie and while still flinching from us she isn’t showing signs of wanting to be aggressive at all.  Oh well, the plastic flap has been reinstalled on the puppy door, so if she ventures out of the laundry again she’ll be flummoxed by the contraption.

Saturday, August 17 2013, and Sunday, August 18 2013
We had a busy weekend with a very docile and still timid puppy, but on Saturday, we did see her wag her tail and show some interest in a tennis ball!  I can’t believe how excited these little things made us.  She is such a beautiful sweet little girl and it has been heartbreaking to see how damaged and scared she has been.  This is the first sign of ‘acting like a dog’ we have seen.  She has also started sniffing Dixie over the weekend which is awesome – she is taking an interest in things around her and even though it’s little baby steps of progress, we will take it!

Tuesday, August 20 2013 at 11:03pm
Had a quiet day at home with the puppies.  Alaska will sit comfortably beside me or on my lap for hours.  And even curling up right beside Dixie now which is awesome, though they seem to be jockeying for prime real estate closer to the people still.  Occasionally when petting her she will attempt to lick my hands and fingers as they do!  I hope she is associating hands with the giving of food and comfort now as compared to previous attitude which appeared to largely treat hands as things to be feared in the extreme.   We have all been extra attentive over the last and giving her lots of hands on cuddles and tickles and scratches behind the ears etc., in the hope that she will eventually relax enough to enjoy being handled.  At the moment she is sort of ‘this is okay, but I will keep my wary face on and see where it goes’.  So she’s not soliciting affection the way Dixie does (Dixie is a total cuddle slut… as soon as you go to pet her she rolls onto her back for big tummy rubs 🙂 ), but she is tolerating it and obviously isn’t finding the attention and physical interactions onerous or annoying or (most importantly) scary!

Tonight, she came out of her crate, all by herself, to investigate what was going on in the kitchen while I was preparing dinner and again while we were eating.  As soon as someone called her name or noticed her presence in any tangible way, she scooted back to her crate though.  🙂  For the first time I saw her walk with her tail up in the air rather than hanging between her legs… which was fantastic!  I hope she continues to feel more and more comfortable and we see her exploring more and more.

alaskaweds puppy mill rescue dogShe still has that wary and slightly scared look in her eyes, but we have seen moments when it seems to slip away.  Baby steps… baby steps…

 

Puppy Mill Puppy… Take II

Okay, so after I failed so spectacularly as a foster carer last time (yep, couldn’t hand her back and had to keep my little foster charge), I kinda told myself that I wouldn’t foster another puppy in a hurry as you kinda get really attached to them and then you want to keep them and before you know it – I’ll be the crazy dog lady squished into the corner of the couch buried under a pile of small furry animals.

And so I steeled my resolve against the ‘save us! save us!’ emails and entreaties on Facebook, until I came home from my recent trip to Canada, Alaska and the US to discover that the puppy farm where little Dixie (aka D50) came from had surrendered another FORTY-SEVEN puppies!  So that was sixty animals in April when we took in little D50 and now another large group of poor neglected pups.  🙁   I hope the persons responsible for this are finally being prosecuted but that’s another story.

One of these poor forty-seven little lost souls just happened to be named Alaska… so, naturally I thought I had better take her in.   I went through the channels and agreed to foster Alaska thinking she might make a long term companion for Aunty Mary, only I didn’t know just how anti-social a puppy I was getting into bed with here.  I’ve been updating the animal rescue organisation with updates on how she has been settling in and so far, it’s not going so well..

Thursday, Aug 8, 2013 at 9:28 PM
Alaska had to be semi-swaddled firmly in a towel and clipped onto a leash that I had taken in with me to collect her from the temporary carer’s house.  I had been warned, after I agreed to foster her, that Alaska had bitten several of her carers to the point of drawing blood.  :S   Had Alaska attempted to bite, jump or otherwise escape I had a firm grasp of the lead but nonetheless, she was transferred to a crate the moment we got into the car.  Trust me, there was no way I was taking any chances with this very frightened little one being given opportunity to escape.

Since bringing her home, and settling Alaska in – the first few hours were pretty much as expected.  She cloistered herself in a crate which I have currently placed in the living room so she can be near the people but feel still feel secure.  Alaska and Dixie/D50 have been interacting okay together in open space – Dixie is very curious about Alaska but Alaska seems totally despondent.  She is ambivalent about her surroundings, about the new dog in front of her, and about new people, which is so very sad to see.  We have observed some territorial growling behaviour from Alaska when Dixie approached her newly formed ‘safe crate space’, but other than that, there we had no major problems.  We have all managed to pet the new puppy very gently and slowly, and while she is wary, and has a tendency to flinch, she showed no signs of aggression towards any of us at this stage.  I will write another update on Alaska’s progress tomorrow afternoon, but she seems exhausted and I anticipate she will likely sleep most of tomorrow.  We will see how she goes, but she is so scared… of everything.  🙁

alaska rescue puppy mill dog

Friday, 9 August 2013 at 9:36 PM
Update as promised on how Alaska is settling in.  As I predicted in my email yesterday afternoon, Alaska seemed exhausted and has been extremely quiet today (with a few notable exceptions below).  She has spent most of the day sleeping in her crate in the bathroom and remains disinterested in people, and is becoming more aggressive towards our dog Dixie, who we have largely kept separated from her, unless supervised.  She is still interested in her food though so that is positive, I guess.

We were aware that she had shown signs of aggression towards previous carers and today we saw signs of this when I attempted to put her on a lead to take her outside to toilet.  On both occasions we took her out, she bit my hands and resisted the lead most aggressively.  The collar that she was provided was completely inappropriate – it was old and worn and, I discovered moments too late, elasticised – so it stretched and came off easily over her head.  I tried a check chain collar on her which she resisted even more, biting at it until she knocked out a baby tooth.  I then tried another nylon collar I had about which also proved problematic.  I am wondering if she has perhaps been traumatised on a lead/collar around the neck at some point, as she has only shown signs of aggression towards people when she is on a collar and lead?!

I did have her sitting quietly in my lap for about two hours this evening for some gentle, quiet petting time (she appears to enjoy having her ears scratched and stroked) which indicates that she is not so alarmed around people, as to be showing aggression constantly.  We intend to continue socialising her like this as frequently as we can, so she gets used to calm, quiet and happy interactions with people.  My son (Angus, who is 12) is not allowed to interact with her without supervision at this stage.  Not being able to put her on a lead could prove really problematic if we are unable to find an alternative restraint system (like a body harness), to enable trips out into the yard without anyone getting bitten.

A family member is coming over tomorrow to meet with her – he is a Qld Police Canine Officer – and I am hoping he can give us some more strategies for helping her overcome her extreme fear of people and the aggression she is demonstrating towards Dixie.   Overall, Alaska is scared, despondent, depressed and occasionally aggressive… if she was a person you’d put her on a suicide watch so bad is her overall disposition.   It is so sad to see such a young little girl so lacking in joy and avoiding companionship.  I think we have our work cut out for us with her, but I am hopeful that she will come around.

alaska1 rescue dog puppy mill

Saturday, 10 August 2013 at 9:42PM
Alaska has spent most of the day hiding in her crate as we had a houseful of guests (my grandfather’s 95th birthday party).  We checked in on her regularly and made sure to gave handle her a bit even though she really wants to be left alone.  My hands are bruised and sore from being bitten yesterday, so I’m feeling a bit wary around her.  My Qld Police dog training relative, who has been training dogs for over two decades, was a bit blunt and brutal in his assessment of her situation but also gave me some ideas on trying to socialize her.  Firstly he told me to stop feeding her in a bowl, and instead to be feeding her from a pouch throughout the day, just small pieces at a time directly from my hand.  And to always give physical affection when feeding  her.  He said this would make her come to think of hands as instruments that bring food and good things, not things to be scared of and flinch away from.  He also said we were doing the right thing by keeping her physically in close contact with us as frequently as we could during the day and not letting her just keep hiding away to herself.

The depressing bit of my chat with him, was the information he imparted on dogs that are traumatised young, and display fear aggression traits (as compared to dominance aggression traits which is apparently a different kettle of fish.)  Apparently their prognosis tends to run one of two ways – they will either ‘come good’ fairly quickly and recover from their experiences because they are so young and resilient…  or they go completely the other way and remain traumatised because the trauma was suffered so young and it remains a permanent scar on them somehow.  If it turns out to be the latter, he advises in that situation, they euthanise dogs that don’t show fairly rapid signs of overcoming their troubled start because that aggression will remain with them forever… and this in spite of a certain amount of aggression being desirable traits in police dogs.  🙁

Anyway, will try the hand feeding and frequently physical contact and see if we can break down some of this fear and unwanted aggression and hostility.

Monday, 12 August 2013 at 10:36PM
Right, we have been feeding Alaska by hand while she is sitting on my lap for the last few days.  She has stopped flinching when we go to touch her so much so that is positive and the strategy of desensitising her from being fearful of hands is proving a good influence.  She is still extremely fearful and will spend most of her time exactly where you left her, whether that is in her crate in the bathroom, or on a mat on the carpet or on a towel sitting beside me on the couch, all curled up protectively in a foetal position most of the time.  Now she has stopped flinching away so bad every time we go to touch her, I have been putting her up on the couch beside more often to keep her close and give her lots of random pats and touches.

She completely ignores us, and Dixie, and anything else going on around here (people coming to the door, a tom cat mewling outside, anything), unless you are moving right towards her to interact with her directly… and then her reaction is to get immediately wary.   She still trembles really badly when picked up and it takes her ages to calm down again.  So most of the time she seems very quiet and still, she will tolerate being petted but flinches and gets extremely skittish if she is being handled at all.  She will eat okay, but seems disinterested in anything else.  She is proving unpredictable in that way… this morning she was sitting with me for about an hour and being fed by hand, and petted and even careful tummy rubbing, but when I went to pick her up to move her into the bathroom while I drove to school… she growled at me and tried to bite me again.  🙁   Feels a bit one step forward two steps back.

Tuesday, 13 August 2013 at 9:07pm
Have spent most of the day at home just hanging out with the puppies and working hard to keep trying to get Alaska comfortable being petted and around people.  The only difference I have noticed in her demeanour is a decreased growling and snapping at Dixie, they have even got an uneasy truce, where they will actually lay together for a while without Alaska growling.  She has shown a preparedness to lay down beside me and actually sleep, and has adopted a less defensive curled up sleeping position so she is stretching out more and seems less huddled and protective of her body… or maybe I am reading too much into puppy body language.  Mostly we have had a good day, when I go to pat at the moment, she is first checking out my hands for food and showing interest in hands, rather than immediately flinching or looking like she is going to get aggressive and bite.   So I am definitely going to have the other members of the household start feeding her by hand in the same way, so she stops flinching at them so much too.  On the downside, the two times I needed to shift her to other areas of the house today, I placed a towel around her first and then picked her up rather than using my hands directly to hold her… she seems to feel safer that way somehow and while I’d rather be able to pick her up and cuddle her and take her to other rooms, this seems less threatening for her and safer for me for now.

It is also kinda horrible (in my opinion) that if when I put her on the living room floor or in her crate in the bathroom or on a towel on the couch, she will be in the exact same spot that I left her in, when I come back an hour or more later… she is still showing absolutely no interest in her surroundings or coming out of her space to see what the people in the house are doing.

Farewell Puppy Guts Part II

After prying The Small Child away from Oscar at the vet on Friday night, the next ordeal came in going to Pets in Peace… a local firm who used to in the people cremating business but saw a niche need and moved into cremating beloved pets instead.

I first came to find out about them in 2009 when my own dog, Caesar who I had for 12/13 years had to be put down after an extended battle with an adrenal cancer.  It was one of the most difficult decisions I have ever had to make in my life… when is it time to put your suffering pet down.  Caesar to me was part of the family, we had had him for ever such a long time and he had been there through thick and thin.  He had seen me through many IVF failures and always knew when I was sitting on the kitchen floor having a cry that coming and sitting with me with his head in my lap was all he could do to help.  He just knew that bugging me for food or trying to jump all over me at those times was not what I needed and he would sit quietly with his paw on my foot just looking up at me with his big brown eyes while I had my little cry, and then dusted myself off and went on with my day.  Caesar was a very intuitive and smart little guy and saying goodbye to him was extremely difficult even as an adult and knowing it was coming for several months.

australian terrier red buttons

What I wasn’t prepared for when Caesar was ill and subsequently euthanised was the question that came directly after the barbiturates had been administered – “What do you want to do with his body?”  Umm… how the fuck should I know?  I wasn’t expecting that.  “What are my options?” ; “Well, we can dispose of him for you for a fee of around $70 or many people choose to cremate their pets these days since the City Council passed by-laws making it illegal to bury animals on suburban blocks.”  Pet cremation?  I never really thought of myself as crazy pet cremating lady… but after everything Caesar and I went through, there was no way I could let him be thrown out with the trash at the vets.  It just didn’t seem right.  🙁

So I found myself at Pets in Peace being greeted by a very solemn man who seemed to be taking this whole thing way more seriously than I was.  They said I would get a certificate of cremation, a lock of his hair, a paw print and they promised they would get all of my pets remains and only my pets remains and would madam like to choose an urn?  WTF?  “Um, I’m here because I couldn’t bring myself to throw him out with the medical trash, so… I don’t know.”  Whole experience was a little surreal actually and the whole time I was going through it I couldn’t believe I was actually paying someone to cremate my dog.  If I lived on a farm he’d have been underground already.  But they were excellent, really caring and sympathetic (perhaps too understanding and sympathetic for my needs) but I knew they were exactly what the Not So Small Child needed to say goodbye to his little best friend.

The only thing that concerned me was a few statements that The Small Child had made coming home from the vet on Friday night… relating to Oscar being cremated and being “twins” with Caesar in puppy heaven and they could look out for one another.  Now ordinarily when a kid says something like that you might think “That’s so sad, but also very sweet”.  But what went through my head was “Twins?  Twins?  Oh no, this going to become a ‘thing’, I can just feel it.”  And I was right.

We walked into the Pets in Peace reception centre and was met by a lovely woman named Melinda who was just the person we needed.  She answered all his questions about how we could take Oscar home and was very sensitive to his emotional distress.  She gave me some useful advice based on experience to help kids deal with grief and managed any unusual requests without hesitation – he asked her to have some of his own hair put in with Oscar (probably a response to their memento lock of hair thing) and also gave her some tissues with his tears to be cremated as well.  But when it came to choosing an urn… he looked at everything on display and said “None of these look like Caesar’s urn. How can they be “twins” in puppy heaven then?”  Now I know my son, and he has a bit of my OCD streak, and have been a keen observer of human nature for many years… so I came prepared – with a photograph of Caesars’s urn on my mobile phone.  Dont ask me how, but I just knew it was coming.  Melinda said that was very old stock and I asked her to check if they could try and order one or find one at another place and she said she’d see what she could do.

She popped out the back to consult a colleague and wasn’t gone long when she came back she had two urns the same style and size as Caesars, one green and one blue… the blue one beng exactly like Caesars.  Thank jeesy creesy for small mercies!  They were old stock that they were no longer selling and these were the last two left.  Predictably, The Small Child jumped on the blue one and said Oscar would be Caesar’s “twin” now when we bought them home.

pet cremation

We had gone through denial and disbelief, anger and frustration, now he was doing what a lot of people do in a crisis… attempting to control the things he could control while simultaneously trying to grapple with the things that he couldn’t control.  And I thought he was starting to come to terms with the inevitability of the situation when he threw me a curve ball, “Mum, Oscar is here isn’t he… can I see him again, please?”.  OMG.  No fucking way was I going to let him put himself through that again, when I could barely pry him away from the dog’s body the night before.  Luckily Melinda jumped in and said that “Oscar was already on his way to puppy heaven to join Caesar, and we wouldn’t want to drag him back for another sad goodbye now would we?”  I could have kissed her.  She was so wonderful with him, and it wasn’t until a little later that she mentioned she had helped her young niece through losing a pet just that week, and here she was apologising for getting tearful right along side us.

The Small Child is still going through the grieving process – still getting upset and sad at every reminder, and every time he goes to automatically feed him, or let him in to play or go to check on his water. It’s been only five days so far but he’s still on auto-pilot with some of these responsibilities that he has always taken care of for him little best friend.  And still getting angry that the entire incident has happend at all.  It’s all so unfair, you see… It’s sad to think that one day he will grow up and realize that life has nothing to do with what’s ‘fair’ and what’s not.

Tomorrow, we are supposed to go and pick up his remains in his little “twin” urn… Melinda even asked me to email the photo to them so they could try to match the fonts on the plaque etc., I think she could tell too how much he was struggling to keep it together and how the idea the two dogs would be “twins” looking after each other when he couldn’t look after Oscar anymore seemed to really mean something to him.

I haven’t had the heart to point out that Caesar and Oscar never met… Oscar having joined our family several months after Caesar passed away… and at the moment,  I’m kinda hoping he doesn’t realize that is the case.

 

Farewell PuppyGuts Part I

OMG. The last few days have been suffering from ‘Sploding Head Syndrome.  That is the colloquial term for it.  A shrink might call it is a massive leap on the Holmes and Rahe Stress Scale.  This is where one or more events occur simultaneously so as to cause your stress and anxiety levels to go off the charts, resulting in tears, frustration, helplessness, sadness… this time, lots of sadness.

Huge puppy takes on neighbor's pig dog through six foot fence

On Thursday afternoon, I checked on PuppyGuts to make sure he has plenty of water (it’s been really hot lately… well until all this rain started) and then went off to the pool.  Came home, we made dinner, cleaned up after our meal, watched some TV and went to get ready for bed.  It was at this point that Mr K went to check in on PuppyGuts before bed time. And found him laying in the wet grass paralysed, convulsing and struggling to breathe.  He was also vomiting some green yuk that I thought might be bile or something.

I grabbed him, brought him inside and immediately checked him for ticks.  Found the culprit behind his right ear and got a torch and tweezers and carefully and properly removed the noxious little fucker.  All things considered it was a pretty small paralysis tick so I was hopeful we’d gotten to him fairly quickly.  Checked with a loupe to make sure the wound was clear and then grabbed the clippers and gave poor Oscar the fastest clip ever, to get to his skin to check if there was only one tick.  While I was doing this, Mr K was calling the the only 24hr vet hospital we know to see if they were able to take him.  Jumped into car, fifteen minutes later he was on the vet’s table with oxygen under his nose and a nurse swabbing his mouth out saying he’s been chewing on a toad as well!  Fark… double whammy.  Ticks and toads kill poor little guys like Oscar, who weighs in at barely 7kgs, and we have no idea how long he was affected.  🙁

They had to give him nasal O2 to get his oxygen saturation up and an IV drip for saline and some anti-tick serum but they gave him a 50-50 chance of making it, and that he was ‘touch and go’.  Not good PuppyGuts, not good. They told us if he stopped breathing they could place him under a general, intubate and put him on a ventilator (at $2500 per day!) which I absolutely did not want them to put the little guy through.  It’s really hard to make medical decision for your pets when they can’t speak up for themselves.  Went home with instructions to call in the morning to check on his condition, but that if he deteriorated, they’d call us immediately.  I left the little guy on the horrible green vet bed and said to him “You hang in there Oscar, or the Not So Small Child is going to be absolutely devastated if you don’t”.

The drive home is when the ‘what ifs’ kicked in.  What if I had checked him earlier… what if that odd noise I heard while I was busy preparing dinner was Oscar, when I thought it was the kids next door… what if… etc etc.  And ‘oh shit, how am I going to tell our son?’  😐   He was staying at his cousins for a few days and was due back first thing in the morning.  We called my Mum at midnight and asked her to let The Small Child know when he woke up that Oscar had a tick and was at the vet… I knew he would be immediately concerned but hopefully not distressed, as our previous pet Caesar, had a tick once and survived the ordeal.  By this time it was well after midnight and I knew I couldn’t take my usual drugs as I might have to drive first thing in morning.

Called the vet just after 6am – puppy sedated, breathing still laboured, they had him isolated so he didn’t get distressed by all the busy clinic goings on.  O2 levels still good but condition still ‘touch and go’… really starting to hate that expression.  The Small Child came home and was upset as expected and wanted to go see him.  Talked to my GP and several others (including the vet) who said that it would be traumatic for him to see Oscar all covered in tubes and the vets were trying to keep him calm so ‘no visitors allowed’.

Called to check in at 1:30pm – puppy’s sedation had been lightened, his O2 levels are good but his breathing still laboured. On the positive side he hasn’t deteriorated but his condition is stable but still ‘touch and go’… right, absolutely despising that expression now.  Around 4:45pm, I got a ‘blocked’ number call on my phone and sinking feeling in my stomach.  I took the call outside and answered it with apprehension.  They told me that Oscar had started to regurgitate which blocked his airway and had stopped breathing, so they intubated him (against my directives) and then his little heart failed.  They tried CPR but he didn’t rally and had passed away a few minutes ago.

I got off the phone and after a few minutes of trying to collect myself and ‘Oh fuck how am I going to tell the Small Child?’… I got ready to go back inside.  Only he came bounding out to ask me something, took one look at me and knew Oscar was dead.  He was crying inconsolably and started asking to see him because ‘maybe he’s just asleep’, ‘maybe they got it wrong’, and ‘maybe he just needs to see us’.   Oh shit.  My head was thumping almost as much as my chest as I listened to my son pour out his grief and disbelief.  I kept telling him that Oscar was gone and that he was not himself so we didn’t want to go see him.  But I could tell he didn’t believe this was happening and his enquiring and scientific little mind wasn’t going to accept something he couldn’t see.

I distracted the Small Child by sending him inside to make some phone calls to tell Grandma and BigSal know what had happend (they already knew and would offer their support and sympathy) and then contacted the vet to find out what sort of state Oscar in and let them know my son was desperately wanting to come see him, that he didn’t believe his dog was gone and I think he needed to say his goodbyes.  They called me straight back and said they would clean him up and we could come straight down to see Oscar.  And even though I didn’t want to take him to see his dead dog, I knew he had to say goodbye.

We walked in and the receptionist, who was expecting us, solemnly led us to a consulting room where they had laid Oscar out on a towel and covered him with a plush paw-printed blankie.  We stood in front of him and I checked if he was sure he wanted to see PuppyGuts like this.  ‘Yes, Mum, I have to see him.’  He pulled back the blanket and started to cry uncontrollably.  He wept and spoke to Oscar repeating over and over ‘I don’t want you to go’ and ‘how can you leave me, you’re my best friend’.  He hugged and petted Oscars poor little body and asked me more questions about how he died, how come they couldn’t save him, why didn’t the medicine work, are we sure he’s actually dead, maybe he’s in a coma…  As a parent, it was gut wrenching to see my son go through all these feelings.  After about ten minutes of pouring his heart out to Oscar about how he wished he wasn’t dead and how much he will miss him, I told him we would have to leave soon.  At which point he said he couldn’t go and that we had to take Oscar home.

Oh holy fuck.

He didn’t want to let go.  He was crying and sobbing into the dog’s fur and holding his little paw in his hand and saying he wanted to take him home. He was asking me to take photos of him with his dead puppy and while I found this morose I figured if he needed it, then that’s what I would do.  I told him that I would give him a moment to say his final goodbyes and I would be right back.  I went to the receptionist and told her my dilemma  – he won’t leave – and asked for a brochure on pet cremation to take back to the Small Child.  When I entered the room, he was punching the air and kicking and flailing and with tears coursing down his cheeks and a broken sobbing voice, he was CURSING GOD for taking his best friend away.  I thought my heart was going to break then and there.  I held him close and told him I loved him and I understood how he felt because losing Oscar is an awful, tragic, unexpected thing to happen.  He stood crying quietly in my arms until his tears became big ‘lump in your throat’ heaving chest sobs.  I told him we couldn’t take Oscar home with us but that we could have his little body cremated and bring him home in a few days.

The look on his face was one of deep sadness but there was also resignation.  He knew we weren’t going to be walking out of the vet clinic with a deceased dog.  He knew I wasn’t going to let his little body be thrown out with the medical trash.  He had a look at the brochure and he had one question for me… ‘Will they look after Oscar, Mum?’ … ‘Yes kiddo, they will look after him as though he was their very own.’  So he clung to that little brochure and I managed to get him say one final goodbye to Oscar aka PuppyGuts.

This is so exhausting, and I’m in tears even just writing and thinking about it that I will have to write the rest another day… yes, there’s more.  Much more.