Baby's Story

Pet’s Name: Baby
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We adopted Baby from the animal shelter 14 years ago, she was 3 months old, and was very sick with pneumonia, she looked sooo sick. We took her to the vet and in time she was better.

Baby died on 2-21-07 from eating the recalled food. Baby was the love of our house, she was our baby. It was just the 3 of us, my husband, her and me. My married kids commented always on how spoiled a baby she was. She slept with us, she went everywhere with us in my husband’s truck or my car. She rode with us to Florida in the winters. I always made sure she had her pillow and her blanket in the cars. She loved her home. She had so many sweaters, a jean jacket, a suede jacket, t-shirts etc. She went to the beauty salon regularly. At her age she was so active jumping on the couch then to to the back of it to the ledge of a big window. This was her everyday routine. Fast like a young dog. She was a barker and barked at anything and everything that came to the house or passed by.

Baby was “Mommy’s Shadow.” She never left my side and followed me to every room I went to. If I was sick in bed, she never left my side even if I had to stay there for days. Words can not express the love we had for Baby.

Then all of a sudden she started to limp and slow down. We thought it was arthritis because of her age. Now, I am reading in some of the comments on the computer of other dogs with problems with their legs. She also started this massive trembling that was just terrible. I wrapped her in her blanket and cuddled her every time this happened but never helped until 10 minutes or so had passed. We never could figure out what was happening to her. She started going downhill. She seemed depressed and just lay there so sad. She lost her appetite for the last week. She drank increasing amounts of water. She didn’t have the strength to go down 3 steps to go outside. I continued to feed her the same poisoned food because the recall hadn’t been announced yet.

She had a dry cough always ending when she vomited bile. We took her to the emergency vet on Sunday, 2-18-07. I don’t think the vet on call knew what the problem was. He sent her home with 3 different prescriptions for her. On Tuesday we went back to the vet, this time her regular vet. As soon as he examined her he told me “Mrs. Robison, your little dog won’t live much longer.” I cried “Why? Why? She is healthy, it can’t be! She is my baby, Why? He told us she had kidney failure, also something was wrong with her liver and heart. He recommended that we put her to sleep. “Why?” I said, “No way, she looks like a stuffed animal, it can’t be this bad.” So we brought Baby back home, not knowing this next night was going to be just terrible. We stayed up with her almost all night, cuddling her tight. Her breathing was horrible like jumping with every breath, was like watching her die. This was it, she was dieing. As soon as daylight came we took her back to the doctor and he knew we had made the decision to euthanize her. We just couldn’t go one more day seeing her suffer this way. We were taken into the euthanizing room and they explained to us it would be fast and there would be no pain. I was hysterical, crying like I never had before. She looked so beautiful with her bright pink t-shirt, just like a stuffed animal. While they were inserting the needle that would kill her in her little arm. Her glossy sad little eyes kept looking at me like she was saying “Goodbye mommy” My life left with her. The life I was left with doesn’t have any meaning any more. Hysterical I screamed “My baby is gone! I don’t want to go home! I don’t want to go home.” My husband and even the vet had tears in their eyes. The vet asked me if we wanted to say bye to baby. What a terrible thing to do. I kissed her and said “I love you, Baby. I am soooo sorry I poisoned you. I am sorry. I am sorry.” They wrapped her in her blanket then in a plastic back stapled around her body. My baby is gone, now back to the empty hours. Our vet kept her body in a freezer until the snow melted and we could bury her in our back yard.

This house is a sad house now. Everything reminds me of her. Every corner of the house, every piece of furniture, everything. This is torture for me. I miss her terribly. Exactly one month after her death the snow was gone. My husband dug a hole to bury her in and went to bring her little stiff body home. Oh my god to go through this again. He came into our huge back porch holding her in his arms like a present. I started crying hysterically again. Wanting to spend some time with her I kissed the plastic bag, telling her again we loved her, missed her and that she was home again. I finally had to let her go and be buried I can’t stop crying after 2 months. “I love you Baby.”

SAD IN MICHIGAN
BABYS MOMMY