Hi All who follow my crazy writing. I just wanted to stop and share with you some sad news of our faithful and loving friend who you have all come to know as "Quigley."
Gather around by the Fireside for a moment and lets share some refreshments and chat about life with and life without our pets whom we grow to love. They share so much a part of us and our daily routine do they not.
Please know that you are dearly loved and I speak for both myself and Quigley.
It all started with this small handful of a pup in the fall of 2010 when she was the last of the litter to come forward for a pet. She just sat back like and old soul and let her brothers and sisters go through their antics. Her patience is what really and truly sold us on the fact this dog would win over all the rest. Not an easy choice when you see 7 others all near the same level of cuteness.
An hour later she stepped into our home very unsure of the quiet in comparison to where she had just come from. There were many firsts over the next few days, learning to play catch, managing stairs, learning to jump onto the bed and above all else getting treats she did have to share.
The name Quigley came about as I was looking for a male dog and we came to a compromise and Quigley well just stuck. After all if Johnny Cash became famous with "A Boy Named Sue." Thus the little girl dog name Quigley could and would become a part of many lives.
Friend To All
Right from the very start a trademark she had was rub everyones feet as they appeared at the door to visit. It was her way of calling you hers. That was followed with bringing one of her many toys in hope of getting your attention, there may be a toss or two in her offerings.
As time went on she started to leave her puppy phase behind, well a little, she was always there to greet you at the door with her joy and a toy. She was at all times a very happy dog.
Happy Yes But
Then there were the dreaded bath days completely foreign to any creature of her statue of royalty. The towel game became a big thing with us, once she was released she would run like crazy through the house, skidding across the carpet to get that girly scent off of herself...
Why? You may ask... well she was a boy remember.
Oh she loved the long hikes along the river valley or the paved paths through the edge of town. The path meant meeting old and new friends alike and she had many. Some she struggled to tolerate as they were just a little to aggressive for her liking.
The Havanese which was her breed were subject to having problems with their growth plates in their front legs, it became an issue and her little left front leg developed a terrible twist at the lower joint. The vet had suggested we could have the leg removed when she was young but we would hear no part of it. Never once did it impair her ability to have fun.
Big or Small
I laugh looking at this picture recalling the day with her friend Tia. They were the greatest of buddies and would play like this for hours on end.
She shared her toys with anyone who came to visit.
We had a few magic words that would spur her on. "Who is here" was this one. She would sit and watch for hours waiting for us to come home or watching other dogs being paraded past.
The next magic word was "Walk" and look out she would run you over getting out the door. After all there were all her buddies and new smells out there.
It came slowly, the weight gain even though we took her to the vet for regular concerns. The last while we noticed the amount of water she was drinking had increased yet the last visit the month before we were assured all was well with her.
Then it happened overnight really, not eating, excessive drinking and almost immediately vomiting. The following morning we took her to the vet and they felt it was Type 1 Diabetes as her blood sugar count was very high. No amount of insulin seemed to bring it down.
A long consult with the vet with what it meant to care for such an illness started a process of all the complications. The blindness within a year or less, other damage to internal organs and many other complications. It was when we looked into her large brown eyes was the entire story would unfold.
They were hollow with hardly any recognition really of us being there, a state of confusion and yes pain. It was then the decision to let her go came about. A few minutes and many tears later Quigley was finally at rest, free of all the suffering and what ever else the future would have held. It is without a doubt the hardest thing any pet owner will ever have to face.
Quigley kept on giving even after her passing as the vet preformed her own autopsy with her two young students watching. It was learned that Quigley have advanced cancer of both her pancreas and stomach plus it had started in her kidneys as well. She called and shared with us that the right choice had been made.
So dear friends who have enjoyed Quigley by the Fireside through photos and antics I share the news with you, heavy heart as you can well imagine. I like to think that God has a special place for all the faithful pets He has placed in our lives. They have loved unconditionally, they have taught us to love the same. They have stood by us all through the hard times and the good. It is something they have taught us as well... if I had anything to say I would say "Well done Quigley... well done you have taught much in your short but productive life... rest well my friend."
In closing I wanted to let you know I have created a website where I write now as a full time blogger. It is an unregulated site and I have complete control over my content without being directed by anyone... If you would like to join me there you are more than welcome. The cost is free all you have to do is sign up and an email will be sent each time I post... love to see you there.... as always hugs and love are attached.... Hopefully this one will not be flagged as being to spammy by someone. It seems like I have been singled out by some unknown as being in violation of some rules I fail to see that apply to me as a writer. Please if you like come sit by the new "Fireside" where you will be welcome as always.
© Rolly A. Chabot