R.I.P. Rusty

{Originally Posted on Myspace}

It is been awhile since I last wrote anything. It has been a busy summer for me. Went on a cruise (pictures will be posted soon), been to NYC a few times, took care of 2 little girls for about a month…just to name a few things. The one thing that happened that was so unexpected was the death of my youngest dog, Rusty.

Rusty was a little over 4 years old and died of cancer. I have never seen an animal deteriorate so fast. We noticed the problem when we sent him to get groomed and had noticed large lumps around his throat. That weekend we had a fourth of July party and he was not as lively as we have become so accustomed to. When we saw the Vet, she confirmed what we had feared and gave him 3 weeks to a year. After giving us some medicine that would make him feel good we had to consider his fate.

The vet had also told us that with treatment we could prolong his life for maybe another few months to a year, but was very adamant that Lymphoma (the type of cancer he had) in dogs was incurable. Sure we could treat it but, that was a lot of money. The medicine she gave us was steroids that would shrink the lumps for a time and make him return to his old jolly self. Return to himself, he did. It was almost like a miracle, and it was like what the Vet said was a lie. Why would Rusty die?

Weeks pass and we don’t notice anything. He is fine. Until, one night….he just stopped moving. He would move somewhat slowly, if we called. But I knew he would not make it passed the next day. That next day was a Friday (7/27) and we had to go to NYC to drop off the kids and to see my nephew Justin. I will never forget that morning. Rusty was delirious. He could barely walk. With tears in my eyes, I watch him collapse in the backyard as he struggled for air. I called the Vet, sure they can take him…for about $300 they will put him to sleep and bury him; oh yeah and for an extra charge they will us his ashes. One more thing…we can’t bring him in until noon (it was 10am when I called). I had a bad feeling he would not make it. Not to mention the fact I needed to be on the road. I did call the animal hospital and while it was cheaper…they would not take him until noon.

When I looked over, I noticed that he made his way to a bush by the patio. He picked his spot. I knew that this is where he wanted to die. We did go to NYC and Maria, (a good friend) called me later to confirmed that he passed. I took care of things when we got back the following Sunday.

I created a Photo Album in his memory. I will miss him very much.

{Editor’s Note: It is still very hard to read this story and I archived this one 2/5/09}

Lost Dog…

{Originally Posted on Blogger}

Man, what a weekend I had! I don’t know if today’s post is going to be humorous as the one’s in the past but I will give u a factual depiction of what took place between Thursday and Friday of last week. I got out of work on Thursday and was tired. I needed a nap and like always when I am tired after work I will have a nap for like an hour (that is what happens when u go to bed as late as i do). Like always my wife joins me. But before she did she had to let the dogs out. We let them out for like an hour or two so they can have fun outside. So as we are napping i can hear the wind outside pick up (i.e. the shopping bag effect). Sometimes the gate will blow open and i got restless thinking maybe we should let the dogs in. So about an hour later I go to let Shitty and Biddie in and I see Rocky on the porch waiting to come in. This is normal he does not like to be cold or wet. Rusty on the other had will live in snow and cold. I let Rocky in and I call for Rusty (no answer). I call again…(normally he comes running) then to my horror I begin to realize that the gate must have been blown open. I go to check….and it was!

I tell Josie and we are now shitting a brick. The snow had just melted so there were no paw prints. So we have no idea where he could have wandered off. Now, it was fucking cold that day and very windy, which made us worry even more. So Jo starts up the car as a grab a flashlight and search for this dog. We search every possible area. We live across from Leymone College and we could only hope a student picked him up. After 3 hours of looking I was resigned to the fact I may never see this dog again. I try to fight back tears as I call my friends Scott and Mel (the bat catchers). Mel goes out to help Jo look more as I go to my office to make flyers. Jo calls the ASPCA to report him lost and when i got back we decided on a game plan for the next day….

That night was rough. I barely got enough sleep. All I was think was him being cold in a yard somewhere (it had snowed that night) or him being in someone’s house. Josie also reminded me the night prior that we had not fed him yet, so that made my dreams worse (when I did sleep). Ok, the plan was to put up flyers and then head over the ASPCA. Once my neighbor found out Rusty was gone he help us out by looking for him as well. So we passed out flyers within a one-block radius. Then, I remembered that there is a Animal Hospital 5 minutes from us. Maybe they have seen him or worse a car hit him and they had him. So before we go the ASPCA we will stop there. We walking the hospital and hand the nurse a flyer. She tell us to hold on a minute and they will check to see if he was there…

We wait for seem to be eternity (5 minutes) and she comes back. “We have him”. Oh man, my heart almost stopped. I could not believe it. He was brought in last night. But before we can take him home we had to pay some fees. So she explains to us that we had to go to City Hall to get his license (it expired) and then to Parks and Recreation to pay the pick up fees (Animal Control). So they let us see him. We walked into the back with her and it seemed like a dog prison. All these dogs were bark and going crazy (almost as if they were clanging their cup against the bars like you see in old prison movies). We see his cell…and this dog looks PISSED! Looking at us like we were the ones who let him out. I almost lost it when I saw him. He just looks at me like “What took you so long?”

So there is about 6 inches of snow outside maybe more and it is still snowing. We have to across town to city hall. We venture out and Josie is driving like a mad women (15 mph..WTF???) So we get to city hall and I am sitting in the car as she goes in. I am looking at a guy snow blow the front of the building. What a blow job we was doing. I need one of those. He wasn’t even tired. Shit when I shovel am I all fucked up when I am done. This guy was blowing like a pro. So she comes back and we head to Animal Control. I have to stop her for a moment and ask this question. How is it possible that Parks and Recreation does not plow their own street? Does that make sense to any one of you? So after sledding through the parking lot we finally go inside. We pay the necessary fees and then that guy tells us we have to appear in court! Why? “Well, we have leash laws” So as he says that this black guy walks in and it turns out he is the guy that brought in Rusty…

So he tells us that one of the kids from the college saw him and picked him up. Gave him a bath (fucking dog) and then called animal control. Then he said that Rusty was a good dog and he wont give us a ticket and therefore there is no need to go to court. So we trudge through the snow again…and before we go get him we make a stop at Petco. Get him a new collar….some treats…and a NAME TAG!!! (fucking dog). So we got back to animal hospital and we give them the papers from Animal Control. The nurse, who is not the same one as earlier, says that she needs to fill out some paperwork. She confirms we have the Shitzu. “Well the Doctor took a look at her” Her? Rusty is a male. So she said “oh” and fixes it on the report. Apparently there was a Doctor’s report. The dog came in extremely dirty (WTF did the kids wash him with?…shit?) and he is also blind. BLIND? Lady our dog isn’t blind. “Well the doc said he was disoriented and blind, maybe he got hit by a car”. My heart stopped…maybe that is why he looked so pissed off!!!

The nurse goes to bring him out and we are thinking to ourselves how fucked up this ending came out to be. So he brings out this fucked up looking dog! The poor dog was poorly shaven, looked beat up, man I felt so bad for her. BUT it ain’t RUSTY. So after feeling stupid she gets the right dog. “Oh your dog is much cuter” (you think?) So he comes wobbling out and we are so happy to see him. I can believe that we went through that whole ordeal. We get into the car and he looked tired as hell. When we get home, he sees Rocky and it is like he never left….