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My brother Thomas and his Buddy have always had the classic, inseparable, boy-and-his-dog relationships that people talk about in movies. It’s surreal, the amount of love and loyalty that these two souls have shared since Buddy was just a puppy. His eyes light up when Thomas walks into the room. When Thomas used to take the bus to and from school, Buddy would be there, waiting eagerly at the bus stop. The most exciting part of his day was seeing his best friend.
Thomas doesn’t take the bus anymore, he has his own car. And Buddy has grown up too- more round than tall, but grown he has. And their bond remains. It’s like they communicate wordlessly, with smiles or looks or, in one’s case, tail wags, imperceptible emotions that only each other can feel.
Buddy is very sick. A few days ago, he began vomiting blood. We were terrified, and took him to the Red Bank Veterinary Hospital, where they’ve been taking excellent care of him.
Thomas, in his own quiet, teenage boy way, is devastated. We all are. Even the other animals in the house sense that something is wrong, something is missing, some part in our well-oiled machine is now empty.
Buddy has been diagnosed with Canine Immune Mediated Thrombocytopenia. In short, it’s a clotting disorder. He’s bleeding internally, and the clotting disorder is keeping that from stopping. You can read about here, in a more technical and explanatory manner than I can say: http://www.svsvet.com/resources/canine-immune-mediated-thrombocytopenia-itp
Despite the grim outlook that we first held, this disorder actually has a pretty high survival rate of 90%. Our hearts have lightened somewhat at that number. We are nowhere near out of the woods, but there is hope, and hope is always worth clinging to.
But it is also important to be realistic. My mother just sent me through college. She’s sending my brother next year. As difficult as it is to say, we just don’t have the kind of money to deal with all of the treatments, medications, transfusions, overnight stays, and everything else that goes along with having a pet treated at a veterinary hospital.
But I don’t want to let that stop us from saving my brother’s best friend.
Please, if you can do anything to help us in this trying time, it will be more appreciated than you can ever know. Even if you can just help by sharing this, by letting more people see our plea, that increases our chances of receiving help.
Thank you so much for your generosity in time, donations, and love. You are all incredibly appreciated.
Any soldier with a dog probably looks forward to his or her own reunion. Sadly, Brandon Harker came home from Afghanistan only to find that his dog, Oakley, who had been entrusted in the care of Harkers friend, had been given away while Harker was deployed.
Harker says when he returned earlier this month, his “friend” told him he’d gotten rid of Oakley, and doesn’t know who has the dog now. Oakley was either sold or given away in Lakewood, Wash, apparently during May, but it could have happened anytime from February till June, and
numerous people have contacted Harker saying they saw Oakley for sale on craiglist back in Feburary.
Oakley is a 2-year-old yellow Lab, with a distinct coat that features unusual spots. He is described as good with kids and other dogs. He has a unique coat, on his face he has spots of a darker yellow (champagne) he also has spots of the same color going down his sides and legs. He is micro-chipped and registered to Harker.
If anyone has any information on Oakley, contact Harker via his craigstlist ad, or reblog this post to help signal boost.
Reblogging for the boost!
If my puppy was given away I’d want him found and back in my arms ASAP.
I dont reblog these at all
But guys if your dog was given away, think about it
what if it was yours? signal boost!
I would absolutely murder someone if this happened to either one of my dogs. Get this guy and his dog back together.
Wake up and love me.
Javi’s daddy never gets to sleep in for too long, before Javi wakes him up by doing the mountain…
This looks incredibly familiar. Why is that? Oh, yeah, that’s right. Because some nights, when I’m trying to sleep, this is my view.
I probably set a bad precedent though seeing as this nap happened not long after Sammy came into my life.
Now, lazy days on the couch can end up with a sleeping dog’s paw in my face.
I have no idea how you go about teaching your dog this trick. Hell, I didn’t even know dogs could cross their eyes like this.
Gif via pleated-jeans
This is a homeless guy who lives on a bridge in Dublin City. Last week his rabbit was grabbed from him and thrown into the river below.. the River Liffey. Which is one of the most horrible rivers in Ireland. The currents are really strong and it’s filthy.. Anyway, as soon as the rabbit hit the water this guy was already hurdling off the bridge and towards the freezing river to save her. After hitting the water and successfully locating her, he proceeding to pump air back into her, making her regain consciousness and basically come back to life. I was talking to him today along with another woman and she asked “Why in the name of God did you jump into the water? Did you not think about it?!” and straight away he replied with “No. I didn’t stop to think. I just jumped. It was an instinct.. I needed to save her.”
For saving the rabbit, he was given the ‘compassionate citizen award’ by the charity Aran. The guy who threw the rabbit in the river has been charged with animal cruelty.
The homeless man was also given carrots for his rabbit and dog food for his dog. They also offered him a job.
This is a great man.
Life. You’re doing it right.
Your “this is amazing and uplifting and beautiful” story of the day.
Man’s Best Friend Forever of the Day: After Miguel Guzman died in 2006, his beloved German shepherd, Capitan, disappeared.
But a week later, the Guzman family found the dog standing guard over his master’s grave in central Argentina.
“Capitan came up to us, barking and wailing as if he were crying,” says his widow, Veronica Guzman. “It is a mystery how he managed to find the place.”
It’s now been six years since Capitan has left the gravesite. Cemetery staff have taken to his care and feeding.
“During the day he sometimes has a walk around the cemetery, but always rushes back to the grave,” says cemetery director Hector Bacegga. “And every day, at 6 o’clock sharp, he lies down on top of the grave, stays there all night.”
Don’t cry at work, don’t cry at work, don’t cry at work.
Another version from me and my dog:
"Get the ball!"
"I got it! I got it! Oh, what’s that? *chomps munch munch munch*"
"What did you just eat?"
"I have no idea."
"Why did you eat it then?"
"It was on the floor and therefore it was obviously mine to eat. What were we doing before that?"
I’m hungry now.”
Also, I love Texts From Dog.
What am I thinking?
(Click the link above and go to the strip’s site to click on the question mark on the side for a disturbing “secret” fourth panel.)