The next day Sandee was
going to spend the day with him taking him to parks and for lunch and during the
day she just felt more uncomfortable with a decision to send him to the bridge. When she met Deb (our vet liaison) and Kati (president)
they all agreed along with our vet that he had life to live yet and to give him
a chance. So, foster home director
contacted me and asked if I would be willing to take Zeke in until HE said it
was time. There was no hesitation on my part (even though I hadn’t
asked Greg yet).
Sandee delivered Zeke to me
on Friday, February 8, and the rest has been nothing but fun, living life and
having each moment count.
You may wonder
why I called him Zeke—the Man. Well
it’s a funny story actually. When
I had told Greg about our new guest he was well up for it, but I hadn’t told
him he wasn’t neutered. About two
days after Zeke joining us, Greg yelled at me from the other room asking if I
knew Zeke had his privates! Yep, I knew, hence,
--the man.
Zeke has shown us all what
living for the moment means. He
EATS well, even though the tumor may cause problems with very hard large kibble,
we adjust that will smaller bite kibble. We
tried the larger ones early on and soaked them but he didn’t like that at all.
He loves woobies like you
wouldn’t believe. I’ve
found him waking up with a woobie to greet you with a nice roo-roo with woobie
in mouth, when you get home with a woobie in his mouth, any time he enters or
leaves a room, woobie in mouth. Last
week I went to the backyard to do poop duty and there were 23 woobies in the
yard! The living room is full of
them all over, the computer room and bedroom too.
He has also shown an
affection to soft rubber toys (mainly balls). We had quite a few as my oldest Jessie loves them. Unfortunately I now have a toy box put away with all the rubber toys as
Zeke will bite and chew and swallow the rubber. Not what we need for this wonderful boy to have something stuck!
Zeke doesn’t bark
often, but when he does, he barks and his front feet lift off the floor. This is mainly when he “wants” something, like for instance a cookie,
or attention, or a woobie, or a toy.
He loves to be
brushed, although when I took out the stuff to clean ears he hi-tailed it down
the hall (it wasn’t even for him!)
Each day with him is a
gift and we are trying very hard to give him all the loving, food, toys, walks,
meet and greet people and other doggies and anything his heart desires. He won’t be with us
long, and but we don’t know if that means weeks or months. I’m trying very hard to remember that all foster doggies get a good
wonderful forever home. Zeke’s
new forever home will be with God and all the other doggies at the bridge. This is what keeps me from crying at times, as I know each
moment with him is a precious moment.
Zeke—you are a love,
a sweet boy, tail that never stops wagging, happiness should be your middle
name. I’m very sorry that someone
who had you before didn’t realize that and cast you aside, your days from now
on will be full of anything you want.
Zeke’s diagnosis is
squamous cell carcinoma. This is a
treatable cancer if detected early. Please
remember to check your dogs stem to stern -- the insides of their mouths, their
feet, under the tails, every inch. They
will just think you are loving on them anyway and this is a way for you to catch
something early if there is anything there.
My dad gave me this very nice woobie for a gift, isn't he
nice?
I love to smile, makes me and everyone happy.
My mom's friend Bonnie made a latch hook rug for her last
year, who would have ever guessed that this was my calling to come
"home"?
This is my most favorite of all times special woobie.
his name is WABBIT. He loves me and I love him.
My auntie Connie took this picture of me. I got in the
pool to swim with the ducks and then saw Gilbert (my brother) talking to
some doggie, so I had to find out what he was doing!
hum... I don't think she listened to anyone's advice cause
she picks Wabbit up about once a week and puts him in that machine that
goes round and round.
did I tell you I love woobies??? This is Mr. Pink Bear
See what did I tell you...I like woobies. This is what
mom calls "Zeke's Joy". It was my responsibility to take
all toys into the backyard for safe keeping. Then I can survey the
yard and know if anyone is missing. I'm still working on it.
