by Annie Beland
I bought my little Andy after a counserlors suggestion to help me through a long peroid of depression and lonliness. What a smart woman she was!! I picked up my white and beige Lhasa/Malteese and fell instantly in love. The 8week old puppy was covered head to toe in fleas and my first order of business was to give him the 1st of MANY baths. He hated it!
It took me so long to name him. Quite frankly, he looked like a she. I finally decided on Andy, it just fit. We moved to 3 different states together. Texas, California, (he loved the beach!!) and home to Colorado. He loved to go on car rides with me and would always ride w/his back feet on the back seat and front ones on the middle consoule. He would just stare out the front window just like his Mom.
Whenever I felt sad, lonely, or upset, I could just look into his eyes and that cute litte face and would ALWAYS make me smile!
One day I started to notice that when he used the bathroom he "went" for a long time. Vet informed me he had crystals in his urine and would have to be on a special diet and she wanted to do X-rays and possibly surgery to see if he had stones. Could be very costly and I had limited funds. I asked other vets and they said that those procedures were probably not necessary just to treat with special diet. Andy appeared to be doing better and I changed back to reg diet, I had no idea that he needed a lifelong change.
Well last year Dec 99, he started getting sick and going potty in the house (he NEVER did that) and we took him to the vet and they gave him a type of laxitive. He stopped eating and I knew something was wrong, HE LOVED HIS FOOD!
Christmas eve he would just sit and tremble. He would go to drink and just put his face in his dish. We took him to emergency and they kept him. His kidneys failed and they were trying to flush them but he was not to get better and I took him home to be with me one last nite. I held him and cried and said I was sorry for not taking care of him. My boyfriend put him down Dec 26th, 1999.
Today is really hard. Christmas is really hard. I have cried for a year for my Little Andy and I know I mustn't cry anymore and enjoy the friendship we had, but I still feel so bad.
I think that this will help me and I thank you for having this site for all of us who miss our little guys.
Andy, I can't wait to see and hug you again. Wait for me and eat anything you want. I love you and miss you sooooooooo much.
Annie/Mommy