My Max
Posted 07-19-2009 at 03:40 PM by cynsir
Cool, my own blog. Never thought that I would have a blog. This blog deals with how I'm feeling and missing Max. Max got pushed off the couch on 12/28 and broke his right leg. I brought him to our vet the next morning and she x-rayed the leg and put a cast on him. Poor baby. Two days later on 12/30, I put Max on my bed and got him all cuddled up with his blanket and I went to take my shower. When I got done with my shower and went into the bedroom, Max was on the floor with his left leg broke. Went to the vet and she put another cast on his left front leg.
I was just sick. My poor little boy (8 month old and only weighing 2 1/2 pounds) was stuck with two casts. The first week, I had to do almost everything for him. Bring him to the pee pads, carry from one room to another so I could be with him at all times, and bring him food and water. He was helpless that first week.
Each week we went to the vet to have her check his casts.
By the second week, Max was able to get up and move on his back legs. He was my constant shadow. He would even bug Mazie, my 13 yr old English Cocker Spaniel and Misty my 2 yr old Yorkie. They were so gentle with Max. They played tug of war, if Max was laying on the floor, Mazie would go find Max's favorite toy and bring it to him. The dogs were great.
At four weeks, the vet took Max's casts off. I was devastated. I could see that neither of the legs was healing. In fact on his right leg, he had gangarine covering a third of his leg. Max also had pressure sores on his upper elbows. They soaked his legs and put him in splints. Well we went to the vet every week for almost 8 weeks and his poor legs never healed.
I was told of another vet that specializes in these small dogs so I went and saw him. He looked at Max's legs and said that he wished that I had come to see him right when Max broke his legs cause he could tell that Max's leg bones were real fragile and that he should have had surgery right away. Now I need to keep the legs unwrapped so the open sores could heal and the gangarine needed to be completely gone. Max had lost two toes and one pad to the gangarine.
Max was great, hopping around the house right behind me on his two back legs. I bet thtat those legs got to be real strong.
On June 1, I brought Max to the new vet who was going to put pins and plates in his legs. At 7 am, I handed Max to the vet after I gave him a kiss and cuddle. I left the vet's office and headed home since I lived 40 miles away. I was puttering aound the house when the vet called at 10:30 am. I asked him how the surgery went and he quietly explained that everything had been going well and he had been putting in the last pin when Max had a heart attack. He said that he worked for 45 minutes, but was unable to bring him back. Max was dead.
I lost it. I just couldn't believe my baby was gone. I was devastated. I know I cried and cried, I was unable to sleep and didn't eat. One of my friends after 3 days called my psychiatrist and told him what happened and they were very worried about me. He called me and we talked, he strongly suggested that I check into the hospital. When I objected, he called in another prescription for me.
After about 4 days, I wasn't crying every 2 minutes, but I was very depressed. Anytime that I thought of Max, I just cried. Thankfully I had the friends at YT who would comfort me in my time of grief. After a few weeks, I had quit crying and reaching for Max in my sleep, but was still depressed.
On July 5th, one of my friends stopped by and put a fuzzy little bundle in my arms. She said that she an three other of my friends got together and decided I needed a new baby. They thought about a yorkie but ruled that out because they did not want to get me something that would too closely remind me of Max. So they bought me an 8 week Maltese girl. She was very cuddly and every energetic. Mazie and Misty slowly warmed up to her.
I named the baby Cassie (or Cassandra). She is starting to fill the void that I have felt since Max has died, but she will never totally replace my Max.
Rest in peace Max, I know that you are up by the Rainbow Bridge, running around on all four feel feeling wonderful. Just remember how much I love you and miss you.
Mom
I was just sick. My poor little boy (8 month old and only weighing 2 1/2 pounds) was stuck with two casts. The first week, I had to do almost everything for him. Bring him to the pee pads, carry from one room to another so I could be with him at all times, and bring him food and water. He was helpless that first week.
Each week we went to the vet to have her check his casts.
By the second week, Max was able to get up and move on his back legs. He was my constant shadow. He would even bug Mazie, my 13 yr old English Cocker Spaniel and Misty my 2 yr old Yorkie. They were so gentle with Max. They played tug of war, if Max was laying on the floor, Mazie would go find Max's favorite toy and bring it to him. The dogs were great.
At four weeks, the vet took Max's casts off. I was devastated. I could see that neither of the legs was healing. In fact on his right leg, he had gangarine covering a third of his leg. Max also had pressure sores on his upper elbows. They soaked his legs and put him in splints. Well we went to the vet every week for almost 8 weeks and his poor legs never healed.
I was told of another vet that specializes in these small dogs so I went and saw him. He looked at Max's legs and said that he wished that I had come to see him right when Max broke his legs cause he could tell that Max's leg bones were real fragile and that he should have had surgery right away. Now I need to keep the legs unwrapped so the open sores could heal and the gangarine needed to be completely gone. Max had lost two toes and one pad to the gangarine.
Max was great, hopping around the house right behind me on his two back legs. I bet thtat those legs got to be real strong.
On June 1, I brought Max to the new vet who was going to put pins and plates in his legs. At 7 am, I handed Max to the vet after I gave him a kiss and cuddle. I left the vet's office and headed home since I lived 40 miles away. I was puttering aound the house when the vet called at 10:30 am. I asked him how the surgery went and he quietly explained that everything had been going well and he had been putting in the last pin when Max had a heart attack. He said that he worked for 45 minutes, but was unable to bring him back. Max was dead.
I lost it. I just couldn't believe my baby was gone. I was devastated. I know I cried and cried, I was unable to sleep and didn't eat. One of my friends after 3 days called my psychiatrist and told him what happened and they were very worried about me. He called me and we talked, he strongly suggested that I check into the hospital. When I objected, he called in another prescription for me.
After about 4 days, I wasn't crying every 2 minutes, but I was very depressed. Anytime that I thought of Max, I just cried. Thankfully I had the friends at YT who would comfort me in my time of grief. After a few weeks, I had quit crying and reaching for Max in my sleep, but was still depressed.
On July 5th, one of my friends stopped by and put a fuzzy little bundle in my arms. She said that she an three other of my friends got together and decided I needed a new baby. They thought about a yorkie but ruled that out because they did not want to get me something that would too closely remind me of Max. So they bought me an 8 week Maltese girl. She was very cuddly and every energetic. Mazie and Misty slowly warmed up to her.
I named the baby Cassie (or Cassandra). She is starting to fill the void that I have felt since Max has died, but she will never totally replace my Max.
Rest in peace Max, I know that you are up by the Rainbow Bridge, running around on all four feel feeling wonderful. Just remember how much I love you and miss you.
Mom
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Hey little boy. It's been 2 months since you went to the Rainbow Bridge. We, Misty and Mazie, still really miss you. I've been dreaming of you lately. I dream that you are running around getting in trouble like normal. I miss holding you and the way you cuddle with me at night. We have a new baby here, she's a Maltese. Since she's only 10 weeks old and is trying to cause as much trouble as you used to. Baby I miss you. | |
Posted 08-01-2009 at 03:20 PM by cynsir |
Hey sweetieHi Maxie. There's been a lot going on around here. We have a new baby and her name is Cassie and she's a Maltese. She loves running around the house and gives me lots of kisses, just like you used to do. I think of you often and wonder if there was anything that I could have done differently to keep you here with me. I hope you are up there at the Rainbow Bridge running around with all the other dogs. There's a little girl named Stormy. I know her mom and she is really sad that Stormy is gone. Sweetie I love you very much and wish you were here with me and Mazie, Misty, and Cassie. Love you honey. | |
Posted 08-13-2009 at 01:31 PM by cynsir |
MaxHey baby. Three months have passed since I last saw you. I still cry whenever I think of you. I do have Cassie and she tries to keep me on my toes. I bought Cassie her first shirt. It's a Quarter Bark jersey. I even got Misty a new shirt that says Referee. I wiszh that I was buying you a t-shirt. I've seen a lot of other dogs have had broken legs or feet. I just wish that you could have handled that surgery baby. You should have a couple of new friends up there to play with Blossom, Minnie, Princess, Sweety and a few more. I hope you are having a great time up there and remember, I'll see you again one of these days. | |
Posted 09-06-2009 at 06:07 PM by cynsir |