R.I.P Kringle (kind of lengthy)
I have always been the type of person to hold my emotions in. I hate when people see me cry. That is the reason that I do not bear my testimony in church. Sometimes I feel it is a sign of weakness. However, today, I threw that notion out the window. I love my dogs. They are my family and I snuggle and love them like my own kids. I have held this in for the last three days and it has been soo tough.
When husband and I were first married (like two months), we asked our landlady if we could have a dog. She said since I have a bird and a dog, go ahead. Husband saw an ad for a schnauzer mix and was free because he needed to be groomed badly. So we pulled up to the house, we lived in Ogden at the time, and I told husband we are just looking that is all. We left 15 minutes later with Kirby. We hated the name Kirby. Our little white dog had a beard so we called him Kringle ever since. He chewed up many things and was even able to get out of his crate to chew more things. That first winter, we played in the snow together and walked every where. We lived in apartment the first 3 years that husband and I were married. We walked him everywhere. He rode in the car with us when we went to different places. He was even in a car wreck with us when we got rear ended in Mesa. He was such a good little watch dog. With my bad hearing, he would alert us to people or animals nearby. He was a great dog.
Then this past Monday, he was unable to drink or eat. I took him to the vet the next day and they gave him fluids and medicine. He had a fever which was treatable and he was severely hydrated. I was given hope. Then yesterday, I didn't think he drank any water and was still alittle hydrated. I then took him back for more fluids and he was great. He still moved slowly and he ate and drank water. He even ran along the fence line and came downstairs. Then this morning, he was breathing very heavy and started to moan. I knew this was his last time here on Earth. I was ready to put him under at the vet's. I did not want him to suffer as I was suffering as well. He waited until my sis in law and brother came from Arizona. I can't believe he hung on all day. My sis in law and I took him to the vet. I felt so strong to do this but cried all the way. I held, comforted him, wished him to go, and hugged him until he was almost gone. Then I laid him on the table. He proceeded to take his last gasps for air. I am glad that we did not have to put him to sleep but that he went on his own terms. What a gut wretching emotion to feel!! They gave me a blanket to put him in and we took him and laid him to rest in our backyard. (I am still crying and I know that it is our time to grieve for our beloved pet).
When husband and I were first married (like two months), we asked our landlady if we could have a dog. She said since I have a bird and a dog, go ahead. Husband saw an ad for a schnauzer mix and was free because he needed to be groomed badly. So we pulled up to the house, we lived in Ogden at the time, and I told husband we are just looking that is all. We left 15 minutes later with Kirby. We hated the name Kirby. Our little white dog had a beard so we called him Kringle ever since. He chewed up many things and was even able to get out of his crate to chew more things. That first winter, we played in the snow together and walked every where. We lived in apartment the first 3 years that husband and I were married. We walked him everywhere. He rode in the car with us when we went to different places. He was even in a car wreck with us when we got rear ended in Mesa. He was such a good little watch dog. With my bad hearing, he would alert us to people or animals nearby. He was a great dog.
Then this past Monday, he was unable to drink or eat. I took him to the vet the next day and they gave him fluids and medicine. He had a fever which was treatable and he was severely hydrated. I was given hope. Then yesterday, I didn't think he drank any water and was still alittle hydrated. I then took him back for more fluids and he was great. He still moved slowly and he ate and drank water. He even ran along the fence line and came downstairs. Then this morning, he was breathing very heavy and started to moan. I knew this was his last time here on Earth. I was ready to put him under at the vet's. I did not want him to suffer as I was suffering as well. He waited until my sis in law and brother came from Arizona. I can't believe he hung on all day. My sis in law and I took him to the vet. I felt so strong to do this but cried all the way. I held, comforted him, wished him to go, and hugged him until he was almost gone. Then I laid him on the table. He proceeded to take his last gasps for air. I am glad that we did not have to put him to sleep but that he went on his own terms. What a gut wretching emotion to feel!! They gave me a blanket to put him in and we took him and laid him to rest in our backyard. (I am still crying and I know that it is our time to grieve for our beloved pet).
Here I caught him snoozing with Brayden. When I grabbed the camera, he was getting ready to jump off.
It was a cold winter...and they all snuggled down in the basement with us. This was a rare picture to have all there laying there together.
Kringle's favorite snacks: popcorn and pancakes. Oh..how he loved pancakes. They all do. They love the smell of the syrup. It seemed fitting to have pancakes last night for dinner and of course, he partook. However, I did not know it would be his last. I love you Kringle. I will never forget you!
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