JUANA: I didn’t get picture of what happened Wednesday. It’s been 24 hours and I haven’t reported it. I guess I couldn’t talk about Jessie without breaking down. We have been saying that Jessie has been going downhill and he wasn’t feeling very well. He ate and he seemed fine on Tuesday night and on Wednesday. After he ate, my sister called and said that Jessie was coughing up a lot of blood and he was having bloody diarrhea. We thought that it would be cruel to keep him going. We know that he doesn’t have any hope of getting better. I didn’t want him to suffer through the night and die on us, so I took him to the clinic. Luckily, Ronnie, Stephanie, Wayne, George, my sister and I were here at Straydog. I walked Jessie out of H2 and he knew where we were going. Instead of going out to the gate, he pulled me towards his kennel. We walked to his kennel and he stood there and looked at his kennel. It was just so sad. Fred and Ethel were in his kennel and they were barking at him. That didn’t bother him. Then he looked straight to the park. We all reminisced about how he would run to the park without a leash. He was a wild dog, like Diesel. We never put a leash on him. We would let him run. He would run to straight to the park and then straight to his kennel. He wouldn’t go to the park for years. He was so frightened. But when he started going to the park, he wouldn’t consider running anywhere else. So I took him off of the leash and he dragged his legs, but he made it to the park by himself. We just hugged him and kissed him. He looked all around and walked to the pool and drank some water. We all discussed whether it was his time or not. He had given up. He just wasn’t happy and I think he just wanted that last trip to the park. Then he couldn’t walk any more and Wayne carried him like he used to. When we trimmed his nails or tried to brush or groom him, he would put up a big fight and try to bite everybody. We all told stories about him and we agreed that it was his time. We didn’t want him to suffer, so Wayne carried him to the car. I didn’t get a picture of him standing behind me, while I was driving. Thankfully, Lacie and Gordie were there and Dr. Dumeyer helped Jessie cross the Rainbow Bridge. We all talked to him until the end. He went very, very peacefully. He was still standing and he knew what was going on, because he was conscious. He left quickly and peacefully. He didn’t fight it. It was time for him to join his mother Laura and Cindy, his only girlfriend, and Ms. Pat. That’s what we believe. It was so sad, even though we knew that it was coming. Jessie let us know that he was ready.
Chubs doesn’t dig, but he loves to run and jump up and down. He is also limping on a front leg. The only difference with Chubs is that we’ve taken him to the vet on several occasions for his limping problem. It seems to just be arthritis. He was raised at Straydog and we know his background. He’s never had a serious injury. I am afraid, because he’s getting older and that’s how Honey’s osteosarcoma started. She was always going to the vet for her leg and then she was diagnosed for osteosarcoma. We’ve been giving Chubs pain medicine and, when he finally gets off the pain medicine, he will start limping again in about a month or two. I just hope that it’s not anything bad.