Dedicated To The Memory Of Blue: September 6, 2009

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About Blue

Blue was my best friend. He was always at my side and I could depend on him always. Many people would say, well he is just a dog. I have had other dogs and Blue was not just another dog. Blue had something about him, he had an intelligence well beyond any animal I had ever known. I was lucky to have met him in this big world. I am really lucky that he choose me to be his friend. He passed away due to illness at only 3 years of age on Spetember 6th 2009. I am putting this website up and it is December 2009 and I am already crying tears after writing not only a paragraph. I miss my buddy very much and always will. This is why I am making this website in his honour. He was a special dog and will always be in my thoughts. I look forward to the day when I will see him greeting me on the otherside.

Meeting Blue

I recall the first time I seen Blue. I was sleeping in my bed as I was working nights. I had said that I did not want a pug. My mother woke me and I opened my eyes and I was looking into the big eyes of what would later become my best friend. My eyes must have looked like his as we both seemed to know that we where both meant to be with each other. From that day on we would be the best of friends and always at each others side. It was that moment that this little dog took my heart and I took his as well.

Sorry

I want to apologize for being all over the place with this site. I still have trouble crying when I think or talk about Blue. This site has been very hard to get done as I have endless streams of tears just writing about my buddy.

 As time goes on I will add more. There are so many stories to write about Blue. In three short years he made an impact not only on me and my family but on others. He was an awesome dog....an awesome friend. I miss him and always will.

What Blue Liked

Blue enjoyed playing and had favorite toys that he played with.  His favorite of all toys was a stuffed animal that was a yellow dog and he loved this toy very much. We named him yellow dog. Blue had tore the ears off of it and the nose and tail. We kept it mended for him as he loved it very much.

 

Blue also loved to eat. His favorite was hotdogs and I would cook them in the toaster oven and cut them up into little bits. He always had two. The days leading up to his last he was not eating much of anything at all. The day before his last he woke up hungery and I fixed him his hotdogs and he ate them all up. It was funny. That day he woke up with a ton of energy and was excited to wake up. He would often do this before getting sick. He would wake me by putting his face in mine and I would open my eyes and he would be in my face and I would say good morning little buddy and he would get so excited. That always made it worth waking up. I miss that. The day before his last I got to experience that for one last time. It was great. Butas the day wore on he got worse. It is so hard to watch yur friend go. I had prayed that night to God and asked if that he either take him or take make him better. That he was too good a dog to suffer. And if he did have to go that he went in his sleep. And The next morning I awke to find my friend laying next to me and he was not breathing and looked like he did when he went to sleep. He had went in his sleep and this I was thankful for. 

 

 

What Took Blue

Blue was a healthy and happy pup until the Fourth of July Holiday. He had a seizure while going up the stairs with me. It couldn't have happened at the worst time. I was out of work and money was tight. Me and the family where all worried about him, He was loved by everyone, not only us either...he had friends and a girlfriend. But he would continue to have seizures. They where small and lasted on a few seconds. He also got weak and lost the desire to play and eat. He would throw up and his little curly tail wasn't curled. He would not leave my side and if I left him for a bit to get up he would act as though he was in a panic. I was so worried for him. After a couple weeks of him not getting better and reasearch on the internet I feared he had PDE. It was fatal and I looked at him and would just cry at the thought of losing my buddy. It seemed unfair that such a loving, sweet, good dog had to lose his life. 

 

I finally took him to the vet. They knew nothing of PDE and said he would need blood tests and that he probably only had epilepsy or something. They give him meds and he got better. The blood tests showed nothing and they said we may want to get him an MRI and see a specialist. I had no money to do this and that hurt me to no end. I thought that if he had PDE it wouldn't save him knowing what it was. Seeing my friend get better from the meds gave me hope. I had read this would happen even with PDE though. Blue ddi well until a week beore labor day. He had a bad seizure and they continued frequently. I had got him other medicine that I thought would help and it was homeopathic and seemed to make it a little better. But the seizures got worse and so did Blue. He just got weaker and weaker and the night before he died he had lost control of one of his rear legs and the late, late night he could not walk at all and was panting. I knew it was time. I still recall how he fought....he did not want to die. I did not want him to go, but I had no control of it. I miss him every day. PDE is an awful disease. My heart goes out to anyone who has lost their buddy to PDE. My heart goes out to anyone who lost their pet.