Inn Keeper
01-14-2007, 09:27 AM
Jade & Bobby
Bobby was born on the 27th February 1998 We saw the advertisement for a Lhasa Apso in pets mart and decided to have a look at this little boy pup.
When Partricia (the breeder) brought him out we both fell in love with him, Carol (wife) held him in her hands, he just sat there looked at us & rolled his eyes, he had the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, they were huge. After the normal pleasantries, we paid and went home with Bobby.
I have always had dogs from way back and although I have enjoyed them, Bobby was special. He became my boy, if I went out he used to cry for a time, sitting on the stairs by the door, when I returned Carol used to say ‘Bobby new you were coming home, he’s been barking & dancing around in excitement by the door for the last 30 seconds or so, he could hear your van coming down the road. When I got in he went crazy, getting me all his toys even his special ‘baby’ (a soft toy rag doll he was given when he first came to us) he had pulled the stuffing from the inside, it was only the material left, but he guarded it with ferocity should another dog go near it.
He was a bright little fella, he listened quite intently to songs on the radio & one in particular caught his attention it was…a Brian ferry & Jerry Hall ‘Lets stick together’, somewhere in the middle Jerry came in with a high octave line chorus, well Bobby used to start this high pitched barking for the whole time Jerry was singing, even if the radio was in another room he used to pick up on this song & go rushing into the room to be near the sound & he would start.
If anything frightened Bobby he used to come running to me for protection.
Bobby loved the cage that he slept in since the day we had him, he wouldn’t sleep anywhere else, it had to be his cage & it had to be in the kitchen,
One night about 2pm I heard a noise from downstairs, it sounded like someone trying to break in, a splintering of wood, a crunching sound, with a whimpering & whining at the same time. I came down, it was coming from the kitchen, I opened the door & Bobby flew out & huddled on my feet with his face pressed into my legs, he was absolutely terrified. Looking into the kitchen I couldn’t see anything that could have caused him to get into this state, everything looked normal. I carried Bobby upstairs & he stayed the rest of the night on the foot of the bed.
He slept in the same room as us from then on.
Till this day we never new what scared him.
Bobby wasn’t destructive at all, he never chewed a hole in the little things he played with, he was the perfect dog,
From the very start he was clean, crying at the door when he wanted to go to toilet, he was completely trustworthy.
I spent hours brushing & combing him, he had a nice coat, but one good shake after he was done & he was back to looking scruffy.
I was with Bobby every day, we went for walks as often as possible, he joined in everything we did, he new our routine & even predicted what was about to happen next. He was part of my life, we never went on holiday, I couldnt settle without my dogs, especially Bobby being with me.
On the morning of 15th June last year (2006) we got up as usual & Bobby had a few of his biscuits prior to having his breakfast, it was a bright sunny day & I went with Bobby to the garden with my cup of tea, he had his usual sniff around, did his toilet & lay by my feet where I was sat drinking.
After awhile I went back indoors, Carol gave the dogs their breakfast but Bobby wasn’t interested and asked to go out again, I went with him but all he did was chew on some grass then pumped his stomach and brought up some white frothy stuff, I wasn’t too concerned as the dogs did this occasionally.
Later on (about an hour later) he asked to go out again & once more I went with him, he did the same again but this time the liquid he brought up was a slight brown colour, but he didn’t seem distressed.
As the day progressed He was being gradually being more sick.
Then his motions started being a bit loose, that got slowly worse, by late evening.
I telephoned the vet, explained the symptoms & was told that it was
‘just an upset stomach, there is a lot of that about, keep him hydrated and bring him to the vets in the morning if it ‘s not any better’.
I stayed with Bobby all night, I went into the spare room with him so Carol could get some sleep, his condition went from bad, worse. After a few hours (3am) he was squirting blood from his back passage, every time he had the urge he jumped from the bed so as not to
make a mess on the bed. I cleaned him, picked him up and settled him down, giving him a syringe of water as instructed by the vet.
( This is so hard to put on paper)
I let him go on this way until 5.30 am, I couldn’t let him go on any longer. Wrapped in a towel I picked Bobby up, as I did so he looked at me and just rolled his eyes from right to left, as he did when we first saw him.
I drove to the vets practice right across town, Bobby lying on the seat next to me.
When we arrived I rang the bell and banged the door, no answer, I walked to the rear of the building carrying Bobby & calling out. Still no answer, back I went to the front of the building, pressed the doorbell again, this time a young lady came & asked what I wanted. I explained briefly & she ushered me in.
She was the vet, I laid Bobby on the operating table in the surgery and the vet examined him. His stomach was very tense & guarded.
‘Leave him with me’ I was told,’ He’s not at all well, I’m going to put him on a drip, go home and I will call you in a couple of hours’.
At 10.30am the phone rang, I answered, I’m calling about Bobby, the voice said,’ how is he I replied’.
I’m afraid Bobby passed away 5 minutes ago.
I wish I …………… the pain was unbearable,
I hadn’t even said goodbye. My Bobby’s dead.
This was my fault I should have insisted on seeing the vet.
I will never forget Bobby & never forgive myself for letting him down.
The pain now is as it was on the 16th June last year 2006.
I had to write this, I'm trying to come to terms with it, but I dont think its working.
Bobby was born on the 27th February 1998 We saw the advertisement for a Lhasa Apso in pets mart and decided to have a look at this little boy pup.
When Partricia (the breeder) brought him out we both fell in love with him, Carol (wife) held him in her hands, he just sat there looked at us & rolled his eyes, he had the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, they were huge. After the normal pleasantries, we paid and went home with Bobby.
I have always had dogs from way back and although I have enjoyed them, Bobby was special. He became my boy, if I went out he used to cry for a time, sitting on the stairs by the door, when I returned Carol used to say ‘Bobby new you were coming home, he’s been barking & dancing around in excitement by the door for the last 30 seconds or so, he could hear your van coming down the road. When I got in he went crazy, getting me all his toys even his special ‘baby’ (a soft toy rag doll he was given when he first came to us) he had pulled the stuffing from the inside, it was only the material left, but he guarded it with ferocity should another dog go near it.
He was a bright little fella, he listened quite intently to songs on the radio & one in particular caught his attention it was…a Brian ferry & Jerry Hall ‘Lets stick together’, somewhere in the middle Jerry came in with a high octave line chorus, well Bobby used to start this high pitched barking for the whole time Jerry was singing, even if the radio was in another room he used to pick up on this song & go rushing into the room to be near the sound & he would start.
If anything frightened Bobby he used to come running to me for protection.
Bobby loved the cage that he slept in since the day we had him, he wouldn’t sleep anywhere else, it had to be his cage & it had to be in the kitchen,
One night about 2pm I heard a noise from downstairs, it sounded like someone trying to break in, a splintering of wood, a crunching sound, with a whimpering & whining at the same time. I came down, it was coming from the kitchen, I opened the door & Bobby flew out & huddled on my feet with his face pressed into my legs, he was absolutely terrified. Looking into the kitchen I couldn’t see anything that could have caused him to get into this state, everything looked normal. I carried Bobby upstairs & he stayed the rest of the night on the foot of the bed.
He slept in the same room as us from then on.
Till this day we never new what scared him.
Bobby wasn’t destructive at all, he never chewed a hole in the little things he played with, he was the perfect dog,
From the very start he was clean, crying at the door when he wanted to go to toilet, he was completely trustworthy.
I spent hours brushing & combing him, he had a nice coat, but one good shake after he was done & he was back to looking scruffy.
I was with Bobby every day, we went for walks as often as possible, he joined in everything we did, he new our routine & even predicted what was about to happen next. He was part of my life, we never went on holiday, I couldnt settle without my dogs, especially Bobby being with me.
On the morning of 15th June last year (2006) we got up as usual & Bobby had a few of his biscuits prior to having his breakfast, it was a bright sunny day & I went with Bobby to the garden with my cup of tea, he had his usual sniff around, did his toilet & lay by my feet where I was sat drinking.
After awhile I went back indoors, Carol gave the dogs their breakfast but Bobby wasn’t interested and asked to go out again, I went with him but all he did was chew on some grass then pumped his stomach and brought up some white frothy stuff, I wasn’t too concerned as the dogs did this occasionally.
Later on (about an hour later) he asked to go out again & once more I went with him, he did the same again but this time the liquid he brought up was a slight brown colour, but he didn’t seem distressed.
As the day progressed He was being gradually being more sick.
Then his motions started being a bit loose, that got slowly worse, by late evening.
I telephoned the vet, explained the symptoms & was told that it was
‘just an upset stomach, there is a lot of that about, keep him hydrated and bring him to the vets in the morning if it ‘s not any better’.
I stayed with Bobby all night, I went into the spare room with him so Carol could get some sleep, his condition went from bad, worse. After a few hours (3am) he was squirting blood from his back passage, every time he had the urge he jumped from the bed so as not to
make a mess on the bed. I cleaned him, picked him up and settled him down, giving him a syringe of water as instructed by the vet.
( This is so hard to put on paper)
I let him go on this way until 5.30 am, I couldn’t let him go on any longer. Wrapped in a towel I picked Bobby up, as I did so he looked at me and just rolled his eyes from right to left, as he did when we first saw him.
I drove to the vets practice right across town, Bobby lying on the seat next to me.
When we arrived I rang the bell and banged the door, no answer, I walked to the rear of the building carrying Bobby & calling out. Still no answer, back I went to the front of the building, pressed the doorbell again, this time a young lady came & asked what I wanted. I explained briefly & she ushered me in.
She was the vet, I laid Bobby on the operating table in the surgery and the vet examined him. His stomach was very tense & guarded.
‘Leave him with me’ I was told,’ He’s not at all well, I’m going to put him on a drip, go home and I will call you in a couple of hours’.
At 10.30am the phone rang, I answered, I’m calling about Bobby, the voice said,’ how is he I replied’.
I’m afraid Bobby passed away 5 minutes ago.
I wish I …………… the pain was unbearable,
I hadn’t even said goodbye. My Bobby’s dead.
This was my fault I should have insisted on seeing the vet.
I will never forget Bobby & never forgive myself for letting him down.
The pain now is as it was on the 16th June last year 2006.
I had to write this, I'm trying to come to terms with it, but I dont think its working.