I'm sorry to report that two of our wonderful Pet Postcard Project doggies have gone over the rainbow bridge. Yes, they are waiting patiently for their humans on the other side, which is comforting, but it would be much better if they didn't have to go.
Spike was a precious 10 year old Schnauzer with a huge spirit and a loving heart. All you have to do is look at his photos to see what a joy it must have been to have him around. Spike's mom sends in the most wonderful cards featuring Spike and his fur sisters.
Our other loss was Mr. Rico. His mom is a friend of mine and I'm so sad for her and her family. Here's a note she sent with the announcement of his passing.
"Mr. Rico, our 14-years-young Black Labrador Retriever, has always been an angel and mommy's best boy, but now he's received his angel wings and halo. The gentlest soul we've ever met, we are better for having had you in our lives. Run and play across that Rainbow Bridge with Rexy, Duchess and all of your friends. We miss you so much Mr. Rico and will love you always!"
July 4, 1995 - October 16, 2009
And now, I have sad news of my own. On Halloween night, very late, I had a SCARY stomach ache that didn't go away. It felt similar to my appendicitis attack in 2002, so I knew I'd better get to the hospital. After pumping me full of morphine (yuck!) and 10 hours in the emergency room, they scheduled me for emergency surgery. It turns out that scar tissue from my appendix operation caused my intestine to twist and block. Not a happy camper. Twenty minutes before surgery, with the operating room prepped, I felt something in my gut snap and 10 minutes later the pain started to abate. They kept me in the hospital for 3 days with no food, but at least I avoided surgery -- the issue resolved itself, which is a miracle. I'm back home now, recovering.
I was SO happy to get home and hugged and kissed the dogs, who were thrilled to have me back at greeted me noisily at the door. My friend who accompanied me home (and was at the hospital with me and back and forth taking care of my animals) wouldn't let me into the living room. The he told me the news he had been keeping from me -- my African grey parrot, Hope, had passed away just about the time that my intestine untwisted. I was devastated. Hope had been my friend for 10 years, since he was 3 months old. I still haven't processed the loss. It might be a while. Oddly, my nurse at the hospital was named Hope.
I have no idea how or why Hope died, but I know it had nothing to do with the care he was receiving (I had been out of town the week before). He was well cared for, happy, and young. It's a mystery that isn't going to be solved. I'm very, very sad today. Here's a short video I made to honor Hope's passing. I don't have much video of him, unfortunately. I should have taken more, but I expected him to be with me at least another 20+ years.
Sorry for all the bad news. Let's get back to business feeding homeless pets and the joy of helping shelter animals find homes. Hug your animals extra tight and give them all a big kiss from me. Thank you, everyone.
Hugs and woofs,