tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11606028505477113362024-03-13T23:20:19.135-07:00Crazy Dog Days"The more people I meet, the more I love my dogs"Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-26657225491875071742011-07-05T10:51:00.000-07:002011-07-05T11:09:57.423-07:00Jorja<br /><div align="center">I have been slacking big time when it comes to blogging. To be honest it made me sad, I would look back at the old posts and all it brought was saddness. I miss Sophie and Rylee more than words can even describe, even typing this makes me teary. Well enough of that stuff.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Meet our new little terror, although she is not very little, rather large to be honest.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625927928951690210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRGQzwUPGlA/ThNPpNkdU-I/AAAAAAAABlE/nCAZCuaewoE/s400/008.JPG" />She has been quite the challenge to say the least, but that has been a good thing, keeps me busy and makes life very entertaining. <br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625927919745374674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n96xY6zj1cw/ThNPorRgGdI/AAAAAAAABk8/Q0g05jPedu0/s400/001.JPG" /></div><div align="center">She is amazingly patient and great with Noah and that is what is most important. The little dogs are glad to have someone else around to distract him. I look forward to watching my babies grow up together.<br /><br /><div> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 356px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625931000505526018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_E6eBBkO3U/ThNSb__9ZwI/AAAAAAAABlM/4TeanIfs7Zw/s400/016%2B%252812%2529.JPG" /></div></div><br />Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-66277702219648582752011-03-03T09:51:00.001-08:002011-03-03T09:55:20.009-08:00Our Other Baby<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvcJYx7xh-o/TW_VTMFCUsI/AAAAAAAABkc/tal73XKf5IM/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579912988971913922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvcJYx7xh-o/TW_VTMFCUsI/AAAAAAAABkc/tal73XKf5IM/s400/002.JPG" /></a> Jasper thinks Noah's stuff (toys, swing & bouncy chair) are the best. He likes to lay under the bouncy chair and attack his feet (hes gentle about it and Noah thinks its hilarious), bathe in his swing and play with his toys. The scared little cat is no more, he is now a big, outgoing pain in the a$$, but we still love him.<br /><div></div>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-38026162361586174142011-01-18T09:39:00.000-08:002011-01-18T09:44:38.303-08:00Won over<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TTXRHoBSVkI/AAAAAAAABkQ/wiDuVb9CCgQ/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563582843618219586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TTXRHoBSVkI/AAAAAAAABkQ/wiDuVb9CCgQ/s400/001.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TTXRHYGPa1I/AAAAAAAABkI/1VPZWnT952s/s1600/cats%2B004.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TTXRG8WwdCI/AAAAAAAABkA/vl_FF1Tdc4Q/s1600/cats%2B003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563582831897113634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TTXRG8WwdCI/AAAAAAAABkA/vl_FF1Tdc4Q/s400/cats%2B003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TTXRGqkEbBI/AAAAAAAABj4/pRYSrjnMyD0/s1600/cats%2B002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563582827121110034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TTXRGqkEbBI/AAAAAAAABj4/pRYSrjnMyD0/s400/cats%2B002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TTXRGE0hadI/AAAAAAAABjw/8qh1OT6jcsw/s1600/cats%2B001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563582816989571538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TTXRGE0hadI/AAAAAAAABjw/8qh1OT6jcsw/s400/cats%2B001.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Guess he really is a ladies man after all.....</div></div></div></div></div>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-12771686091158115342011-01-17T15:54:00.000-08:002011-01-17T15:58:49.505-08:00Clean Up<div align="center">Is Zoey's favorite job.....</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563308073253175170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TTTXN4pRf4I/AAAAAAAABjo/yLPlgHJ5dFg/s400/018.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563308068125531842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TTTXNliv3sI/AAAAAAAABjg/QpUAoVEa6hc/s400/017.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563308066079109090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TTTXNd617-I/AAAAAAAABjY/gTCcFT3RtW4/s400/016.JPG" /><br /><p align="center">She is not a big fan of kids, but is definatley a fan of the mess they leave behind.</p>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-12213553369473280962011-01-06T09:27:00.000-08:002011-01-06T09:29:45.107-08:00Ladies Man<div align="center">Jasper thinks he's a ladies man.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559126115755800002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TSX7v684tcI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ZQ2kCBSoJII/s400/IMG00130-20110106-0941.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">The ladies think otherwise.</div>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-22585372762370433472010-12-28T21:28:00.000-08:002010-12-29T09:45:22.314-08:00JasperThis is Jasper. He is another addition to my long list of why I think some people really suck.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555971989778191058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TRrHFoC_0tI/AAAAAAAABjI/AVVJ9pBITzU/s400/xmas%2B001.JPG" /><br /><p>He was found on the side of the Coaldale highway by the Atco Gas guy in -25 degree weather. He saw him in the ditch, pulled over to see if he was still alive and told him to hang on, he had to go to another call and would pick him up on the way back. So Jasper waited. The mans next stop after picking him up was my grandma's house to re-light her furnace. He jokingly asked him she knew anyone who rescued animals, to which she happily replied her granddaughter. Dogs grandma, not cats. So out to his van I went to see this poor cold little guy lying in the bottom of the kennel not moving just glancing up when the door opened. Fearing the worst I said I would take him, the least I could do if he was in that bad of shape was take him to the vet and put him to rest, he had been through enough. I loaded him in my truck and headed home to call and make an appointment with the vet. I brought the carrier in the house, gave him some water, a blanket and put it in the warm laundry room until it was time to go. Not even 15 minutes later the little bugger had snuck out of the kennel and was doing figure eights at my feet purring like crazy, other than a bad case of ear mites he was fine, just had to warm up. Turns out he is friendly, cuddly, litter trained, loves dogs, cats, people and kids and is pretty perfect. I emailed some people to see if anyone wanted him, to no reply.</p><p>So to the stupid jerk that dumped their perfect cat on the side of the road, I hope you come back as your own animal in your next life. You do not deserve the unconditional love an animal has to give, you only deserve what you give to those animals.</p><p>So as much as I do not want another animal to love and have to say goodbye to one day, Jasper and the other boys in my house decided I did not have a choice. Plus he is the only one willing to sit with me and cuddle during Noah's 3am feeding, I look past the part that he is purring so much he is drooling on my arm!</p>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-20185703077865990502010-12-22T14:21:00.001-08:002010-12-22T15:09:04.758-08:00Not About The Dogs<div align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TRJ6PPAsUxI/AAAAAAAABi8/mgyXUg7CTSI/s1600/1212.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553635692647306002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TRJ6PPAsUxI/AAAAAAAABi8/mgyXUg7CTSI/s400/1212.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center">It has been a crappy year to say the least, well minus the cute guy above. Lost 4 of my furry kids and then a few weeks ago my grandpa also passed away. So in the car on the way home today I heard a song and it made me think of my little guy and put into words what I think when I look at him, especially with the rollercoaster of emotions this year has been.
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<br />I was honestly scared to death about having a baby. I am a dog person, not a kid person, my nephews and niece are great, in small doses. I did not want to responsible for someone, I even remembering asking my friend what happens if I do not love him as much as my dogs! I was freaked out to say the least, I mean what kind of mother says that! Then I saw his face when he was seconds old, I cried, and now find myself so in love with the little guy and wondering how boring it was without him. Now my thoughts are how to protect him from all the horrible things in the world, how to keep him from being hurt by people, how to keep him from feeling sadness and the pain of losing someone or something you care about. I guess these are the things that help us grow, help us to become who we are and we need to experience them, but I still cannot help but feel exactly as the song says.
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<br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><u></u></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><u>Never Grow Up</u></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><u></u></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">You're little hands wrapped around my finger</div><div align="center">And it's so quiet in the world tonight.</div><div align="center">You're little eyelids flutter cause your dreaming</div><div align="center">So I tuck you in </div><div align="center">Turn on your favorite night light.</div><div align="center">To you, everything's funny</div><div align="center">You got nothing to regret.</div><div align="center">I'd give all I had, honey</div><div align="center">If you could just stay like that.
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<br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Oh, darling don't you ever grow up</div><div align="center">Don't you ever grow up</div><div align="center">Just stay this little.</div><div align="center">Oh, darling don't you ever grow up</div><div align="center">Don't you ever grow up</div><div align="center">It can stay this simple.
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<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart.</div><div align="center">And no one will desert you</div><div align="center">Just try to never grow up, and never grow up.
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<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Your in the car on the way to the movies</div><div align="center">And, your mortified</div><div align="center">Your mom's dropping you off</div><div align="center">At, fourteen there's just so much you can't do</div><div align="center">And you cant't wait to move out someday and call your own shots.</div><div align="center">But, don't make her drop you off around the block</div><div align="center">Remember that she's getting older too.</div><div align="center">And don't lose the way you dance around in your PJ's getting </div><div align="center">ready for school.
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<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Oh, darling don't you ever grow up</div><div align="center">Don't you ever grow up</div><div align="center">Just stay this little.</div><div align="center">Oh, darling don't you ever grow up</div><div align="center">Don't you ever grow up</div><div align="center">It can stay this simple.
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<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And no ones ever burned you</div><div align="center">Nothing's ever left you scarred.</div><div align="center">And even though you want to</div><div align="center">Just try to never grow up.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">
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<br />~Taylor Swift~</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><strong>
<br /><em></em></strong>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-49536545141387375252010-12-06T14:58:00.000-08:002010-12-06T15:05:34.145-08:00The Nanny<div align="center"> This is Tim's cat Fiona<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547708937096812130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TP1r4qDqVmI/AAAAAAAABi0/gDpJblSloTI/s400/001.JPG" /> <p align="center">She also thinks she is Noah's Nanny</p><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547708674655060194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TP1rpYYrAOI/AAAAAAAABis/5CxY_hr2qoM/s400/002.JPG" /><br /><br /><p></p>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-46122250255791979302010-11-22T15:33:00.000-08:002010-11-22T15:40:01.985-08:00Freaking Cold<div align="center">This is how we deal with the cold in our house...... </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542521962806392610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TOr-XBDgNyI/AAAAAAAABiM/M-BaHqyQBKc/s400/11-22-10%2B001.JPG" /><br /><div align="center">Snuggle!!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542521950777791250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TOr-WUPqUxI/AAAAAAAABiE/zIyTbXSfMik/s400/11-22-10%2B002.JPG" />Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-29689356931436504012010-11-21T11:09:00.000-08:002010-11-22T10:18:44.350-08:00EnoughThis past year I have had to say goodbye four times, each time harder than the last. No because I loved one more than the other, but because I have not really had a chance to recover from the last one. Just when the crying every time I think of the previous one starts to be less and less, I am forced to say goodbye again. Sophie was hard to say goodbye to, very hard. I knew it was coming and even knowing does not make it any easier. We only had 3 short years together and that was definatley not enough. I am so thankful I have been home full-time the past few months as it gave me that much more time with her. After she passed away someone sent me an email and it really got me thinking of just how special she really was and really made me feel a bit better......<br /><br /><em>"I'm so sorry to hear about Sophie. She is such a sweet girl. You gave her the best years of her life, she didnt die in a shelter because of you. I guess that leaves you to hurt. I cant even imagine the roller coaster of emotions that has been your year. The really cool thing is that Sophie got to be the momma to the best thing this year in your life! She just wanted to make sure you could handle that role before she left, I guess she could see you had it under control :) I can't wait for our babies to grow up in rescue and see what we do. Learn compassion, forgiveness, and that life is precious."</em><br /><em></em><br /><br />I have said this many times this year that I will never get another pet, as it is too hard to say goodbye, but as much as I know the hurt, I know the love too and if another Sophie came along I would not hesitate.<br /><br /><br /><div align="left">So thank you to all my rescue friends for their kind words, long talks helping me to feel better about my decision and most of all thank you to Wendy for the beautiful pictures of my girl, I will cherise these forever!<br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542438987565402466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TOqy5OMciWI/AAAAAAAABh8/7-Bs7GgqzPk/s400/Blog-7.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"></div>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-9948218613744274842010-11-12T16:32:00.000-08:002010-11-12T16:39:14.500-08:00My Old Friend<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TN3c4NK1hyI/AAAAAAAABh0/THp99V5SeHQ/s1600/Blog-8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538825974901475106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TN3c4NK1hyI/AAAAAAAABh0/THp99V5SeHQ/s400/Blog-8.jpg" /></a><strong> My Old Friend</strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Today I said goodbye to my old friend</div><div align="center">I pray someday we get to meet again</div><div align="center">Under one more clear blue sky</div><div align="center">Up there where the eagles fly.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">And we'll go walking in the sunshine</div><div align="center">With a big smile on our face</div><div align="center">Race the river to the ocean</div><div align="center">Go splashing in the waves</div><div align="center">And I'll wrap my arms around you</div><div align="center">We'll be together once again</div><div align="center">And I'll tell you how much I missed you</div><div align="center">My old friend</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Yeah I know you're up there looking down</div><div align="center">On the rainbow bridge we talked about</div><div align="center">There's a place for me and you</div><div align="center">Somewhere up there behind the moon.</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="center">~Johnny Reid~</div>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-27832752937531379742010-11-04T12:34:00.000-07:002010-11-04T12:37:26.409-07:00Friends<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TNMLaxyYDJI/AAAAAAAABhs/lGETuQNzNbo/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535780921637604498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TNMLaxyYDJI/AAAAAAAABhs/lGETuQNzNbo/s400/008.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TNMLaITQ7cI/AAAAAAAABhk/C_kxlrhqOFU/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535780910501260738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TNMLaITQ7cI/AAAAAAAABhk/C_kxlrhqOFU/s400/009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-70030378930952587292010-10-30T06:57:00.000-07:002010-10-30T09:42:59.704-07:00Trying to find hope<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TMmBq2-vW4I/AAAAAAAABhc/IsstN5kMQ-A/s1600/tim+090.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533096190514518914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TMmBq2-vW4I/AAAAAAAABhc/IsstN5kMQ-A/s400/tim+090.JPG" /></a><br />Sophie had a episode on Tuesday, I am not sure if it was a stroke, seizure or fainting as I only caught the tail end of it. She was in her room and I heard a loud thump to find her unresponsive and stiff on the floor. Within a few minutes and several frantic phone calls to anyone that would answer she got up and seemed fine. Ate her dinner, followed me around while I made supper begging for food, her usual self.<br /><br /><br />We got up Wednesday morning and she was a little less happy but still took treats and seemed <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> for the most part. I called and made her an appointment for Thursday just to have her checked out to make sure everything was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>. By Wednesday afternoon she had gone downhill fast. She swayed when she walked, I had to carry her in from outside as she would just lay there and not get up and she was not eating. I took her in to the vet Wednesday night and after 2 hours and 2 different vets looking at her there is still no answers. They gave me some pain medication and I took her home as I knew she would be more comfortable here.<br /><br /><br />She was pretty groggy for the rest of the evening as a result of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span> and just slept on her bed. Thursday morning a bit back to her usual self, went outside on her own and ate some wet food that I gave her. This continued for the rest of Thursday and all day Friday.....until after she ate her dinner and we are back at square one. She does not want to eat again and is depressed.<br /><br />I am not sure what to do anymore, I have spent a bunch already with no answers and its irritating the hell out of me. I have lost 3 already this year and have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach this will be number 4. I am now have a baby who lets me get sleep during the night but rather I lay awake worrying about Sophie. I am trying to find hope but I think it was all used up on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rylee</span> and Archie, and in the end there was none for them.Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-3674527287185113912010-10-13T08:30:00.000-07:002010-10-13T08:35:19.665-07:002 Years<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TLXQ9MagTkI/AAAAAAAABhU/rHOBEsQvdm0/s1600/Noah+010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527553867390144066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TLXQ9MagTkI/AAAAAAAABhU/rHOBEsQvdm0/s400/Noah+010.JPG" /></a> Zoey has been with me for 2 years now. In that time I have still not figured out why someone would not want her, she is honestly a perfect little princess. A little stubborn yes, and has decided she is a daddy's girl, but still perfect in my eyes.<br /><div></div>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-28711787315814990102010-09-09T19:18:00.000-07:002010-09-09T19:21:11.158-07:00Our Mighty Protector<div align="center">Unless there is thunder that is......then this happens.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515103858152054290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TImVvRyKHhI/AAAAAAAABhM/OUK1iNxa3Ic/s400/baylee+001.JPG" /><br /><p align="center">You would never guess she is the one I have to worry about when strangers come to the door.</p><p align="center"> </p>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-73409886464591022382010-08-24T12:28:00.000-07:002010-08-24T12:31:59.052-07:00Appropriate<div align="center"> This was the cake at my baby shower this weekend.......</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509060786247745090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/THQdmMpUvkI/AAAAAAAABhE/oiWQCtODZ-I/s400/cake1.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509060776796142866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/THQdlpb4vRI/AAAAAAAABg8/_uIGtLWedZY/s400/cake2.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509060773443156962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/THQdlc8eO-I/AAAAAAAABg0/Nr1J-rE8Qic/s400/cake3.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Obviously someone who knows me well made it and I LOVE it!</p>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-13818011131195036282010-08-10T07:50:00.000-07:002010-08-10T08:22:01.423-07:00Cuteness Overload<div align="center">On the weekend I went to look at two <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Chihuahua's</span> that someone was looking to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">rehome</span>. I had no intentions of taking them with me just wanted to make sure they were not mean ankle biters before agreeing to take them into the rescue. Well I got there and it was a hot day, they were left outside in the back yard, I questioned why they were not allowed in the house and was told the son had allergies, but in walking out to see them passed their own dog in the house. So after being overloaded with kisses, confirming they were not little evil chihuahuas I packed them up in the truck and headed home.</div><br /><div align="center">This is Lily<br /></div><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503793848055801090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TGFnWC5YpQI/AAAAAAAABgk/GQUSefrlWB0/s400/Harley+and+Lily-19.jpg" />And this is Harley.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503793838783887730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TGFnVgWyeXI/AAAAAAAABgc/6epxE7Nsmqs/s400/Harley+and+Lily-10.jpg" />I am actually glad I am pregnant and have no patience, because these two are very sweet and would <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definatley</span> be held hostage. Tim was home for 10 minutes and decided we would keep Lily, but I had other thoughts on the matter. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503793831967940786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TGFnVG9vYLI/AAAAAAAABgU/Flrwh2AvtLE/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nik</span> loves them and the feeling is mutual, especially with Lily. He carts her around like a little doll and she is happy to oblige and showers him with kisses. He cannot remember their names so calls them both Chihuahua.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503793829172773618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TGFnU8jUgvI/AAAAAAAABgM/BMs9rz-47eo/s400/GetAttachment1.jpg" />We met up with Wendy from Paws on The Run Photography last night for some photos for the blog and website and the dogs had a blast. It was too cute for words. I love the photos, especially since they are great at showing how cute they are so hopefully someone will snag them up soon. Since they are with me I am handling the adoption and its going to take a pretty special person to meet all the standards I have set for a new home for these two, they <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definatley</span> deserve it.<br /><br /></div>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-55403975150523682442010-07-13T18:53:00.000-07:002010-07-14T07:51:28.191-07:00Bloggers BlockNot sure if I have had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">bloggers</span> block or just lack of interest. First off I lost my camera so that might have had something to do with it, then holidays, then the unfortunate passing of my sweet little furry buddy Archie and now the task of combining two households I have not had time or the interest. More so the interest I think, losing 3 furry babes in 4 months has taken a toll on me, I just keep thinking of how many more times I will have to go through that and it makes me sad again. I can honestly say that once the furry kids I have go there will be no more, its too hard, way too hard. (I know anyone who knows me is calling b.s. on that statement, but honest its true). Add to all of that the human kid that is playing soccer in my belly right now, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">whacking</span> out my hormones and stealing my brain cells it does not help at all!<br /><br />But I did find my camera so that is a start......here is what was on it.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493575108473615842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TD0ZdHd_deI/AAAAAAAABgE/QlgfpKS45pw/s400/jessie+001.JPG" /><br />Jessi was getting random sores on her body, never really knew why, no rhyme or reason to it but every so often they would appear. She would go months without one and then it would flare up again. First I thought it was haircuts, happened right after one, but then the next two it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">didn't</span>.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493575099237491410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TD0ZclD7YtI/AAAAAAAABf8/ik1gZEFfsfU/s400/jessie+002.JPG" /><br />One of them got quite bad and she would not leave it alone so I had to resort to a cone. Does she not look most impressed about it?<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493575097285542898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/TD0ZcdyjA_I/AAAAAAAABf0/7zRVslEY2Rk/s400/jessie+003.JPG" /><br /><br /><p>I changed her food recently and that seems to have done the trick. I made a few food changes prior but it never seemed to work, this time upon a friends recommendation I bought one that is corn free. So far so good, but with the luck I seem to have this year I will find one after I hit publish post.</p><p>With combining household comes a few new furry additions, so pictures of the new kids to come.</p>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-41970856505351023642010-05-08T18:04:00.000-07:002010-05-08T18:12:16.304-07:00I cannot get enough!<div align="center"> I think Zoey is the cutest dog ever.....she is just odd and quirky.<br /></div><div align="center"> <br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469070390384252866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/S-YKiy5118I/AAAAAAAABeM/p1iUI37AJbg/s400/doggies+011.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469070398967627954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/S-YKjS4RwLI/AAAAAAAABeU/4BPh-xI7hBw/s400/doggies+013.JPG" /> <p align="center"><br />But then again I think they are all the cutest dog ever depending on the day.....each one of them has a quirk all their own.<br /></p><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469070384334959906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/S-YKicXk9SI/AAAAAAAABeE/bs1iVykzqdc/s400/doggies+001.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469070371930372978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/S-YKhuKF-3I/AAAAAAAABd8/ocXSf8vZt4E/s400/doggies+007.JPG" /><br /><p align="center"> </p>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-14713561851912287642010-04-26T08:11:00.000-07:002010-04-26T08:23:50.437-07:00Duke....Duke, Duke, Duke.....<br /><br />Yesterday he grew thumbs and managed to get into a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">rubbermaid</span> tote and eat all of Lola (the foster dogs) treats in there. I would honestly love to have a camera to see how exactly he is able to get these things down from the back of the cupboard and get into them. Funny though he did not get into the food. He also somehow was able to open one of my cupboards and steal some leashes out of there, I am just thankful it was not the garbage cupboard or the pantry cupboard. <br /><br />So today he and Sophie are hanging outside in the dog run, when I left they where both suntanning on the dog beds and having a nap.<br /><br />Sorry again Sandy......I need to better Duke proof my house!Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-79767439514104612032010-04-24T17:43:00.001-07:002010-04-24T17:52:01.613-07:00Cookie Monster<span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"></span><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463869449620769522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/S9OQUMvBSvI/AAAAAAAABdk/h4k4bmuDU0Q/s400/duke+001.JPG" /></div><br /><p align="center">If Duke could talk today I think he would say....."<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">MMMM</span> me like cookies".</p><p>Why you ask, well this is the third time Duke has had a sleep over, and based on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">today's</span> events I think he is quite comfortable here now. My dogs avoid the counter, they know what happens if they steal something off of there. You get chased down and even if whatever you have stolen is half way down it is still taken from you. So the last thing on my mind when leaving the house today was to make sure everything was put away, it was all set far back on the counter, but still on the counter. Needless to say Duke likes Girl Guide Cookies, a unopened box of them, I am sure once off the counter a certain golden retriever helped him out, he had already done all the hard work. I was quite shocked also at how well they were able to open the box without thumbs.</p><p>He has been extra cuddly tonight, I think it is his way of saying sorry, and it works, how can you be upset at a face like that! My own fault anyways! Sorry Sandy!</p><p> </p>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-59382234074909562882010-04-13T19:01:00.000-07:002010-04-13T19:11:27.604-07:00The Boy & The Dog<div align="center"> Nik thinks Sophie wants to cuddle....</div><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459809622915263826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/S8Uj7LsfrVI/AAAAAAAABdc/mos_qH0lBsc/s400/dogz+010.JPG" />Sophie actually wants him off her damn couch....<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459809612441475282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/S8Uj6krWWNI/AAAAAAAABdU/mU5mOQSID_A/s400/dogz+006.JPG" />I think they both are too cute...<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/S8UibPnK6UI/AAAAAAAABdE/8Qi2U5769Ag/s1600/dogz+006.JPG"></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459807979992692370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/S8UibjVOtpI/AAAAAAAABdM/s3nOTvJiPuY/s400/dogz+005.JPG" /><br /><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div><br /></div>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-85665350891581367362010-04-12T20:18:00.000-07:002010-04-12T20:32:13.063-07:00My Crappy DayI thought I was doing better....until I picked up the mail this morning.<br /><br />There was a nice sympathy card from Western Veterinary Specialists where <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rylee</span> was staying, filled with nothing but good things about my little boy. Every note I read was all so true about him, just how special he really was and how it took seconds for him to worm his way into your heart. With every note I read I cried harder and I missed him more. I wanted the next letter I opened to be from someone explaining to me why....but there was no letter. I pulled myself together and went to work.<br /><br />Had a few rescue calls to return, one from a lady who is interested in one of our dogs and recently lost her dog. She cried, I held it together until the end of the call and went into the bathroom and cried again. I pulled myself together and went back to work.<br /><br />Picked up <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nik</span> and headed to my friends to feed her cats and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nik</span> was his usual chatty self in the car. Told me his heart hurts and he missed <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rylee</span> and numerous other pets that have died. I cried again, hoping not to let <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nik</span> see as he is a super <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sensitive</span> little guy and would probably cry too. But nothing gets by him, he knew I was upset and told it would all be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, they were in heaven now and we get to see them again, and until then we just have to look at the stars and tell them we miss them. That did make me smile.<br /><br />I am glad today is over and tired of being an emotional mess, so I hope tomorrow is better and it will be.Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-75865095966621638042010-04-06T08:52:00.001-07:002010-04-06T09:09:06.806-07:00New Addition<div>So the last few weeks have been stressful to say the least....</div><div></div><br /><div>The horrible week began with what was suppose to be good news, shocking news, but good news, only to be over shadowed by <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rylee</span> getting sick and passing away. My days are getting better, the other dogs have been ample entertainment and kept me laughing lately which has helped. So now that I was feeling better I had time to come to terms with the other news and then with the ultrasound appointment yesterday there was no denying it any longer.</div><div></div><br /><div>Meet our new addition.....</div><div> </div><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457054129107573442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ambPFwEyF7w/S7tZ0VWJGsI/AAAAAAAABb8/bpo8Vb-3UxQ/s400/CCI05042010_00001.jpg" /></p><p>Tim says it looks like a girl, I say an alien (joking of course).</p><p>I am not baby <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">savy</span>, they scare me to be honest, crying and cannot tell you what is wrong, but guess I will learn!</p>Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1160602850547711336.post-91811431598752865352010-03-28T15:41:00.000-07:002010-03-28T15:57:20.288-07:00AngelOn Saturday, March 27, 2010 at approximatley 10:00 a.m. my angel put on his furry wings and went to heaven. He waited until I was there and took his last breath while we where together, we were waiting for the doctor to come in and I begged him to go to sleep, and he did.<br /><br /><br />His body rejected the treatments and no matter how hard to doctors tried they just could not help him.<br /><br /><br />My heart hurts in a way it has never hurt before....I have lost pets, Nike to cancer and Wickett to old age, but my boy was only 7 and up until Tuesday morning was happy and healthy. He was suppose to be with me forever. He was perfect, the best boy a mom could ask for, I just wish I could have done more to save him. I feel like I failed him, I failed to protect him, I failed to keep him safe, failed to miss a sign that he was sick to catch it sooner. I know I say these things out of hurt and I know oneday I will realize that I spared no expense to help him, but it still hurts.<br /><br /><br />He will always have a special place in my heart and will never be forgotten. But I would still give everything I have to have him back.Bobbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14899242086887101424noreply@blogger.com3