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|Everything Greyhound > Rainbow Bridge > Pipi-Francine (Gs Pilot)|
|Posted by: Pipi5 Feb 28 2012, 07:36 AM|
Pipi-Francine passed away very quietly this morning. Her health had been good, she was just getting older, she would've been 13 in May.
She'd gotten quieter than usual lately, still fussing at the fosters who came through, standing in the middle of a mud hole last week...but sleeping more. And one of the things I really noticed about her, wanting to be closer to me especially at night.
Pipi had always been very independent. But loved to go places with me.
Last night she didn't want her dinner & refused even a bowl of chicken noodle soup with some bologna strips. She woke me up about 3:45 breathing loud & not able to get up. About 5:15 she took her last breath.
I am sure going to miss this girl, she ran my household & kept the boys in line.
I love you Pipi-Francine
|Posted by: mountain4greys Feb 28 2012, 10:34 AM|
| Oh Hilda, I am very sorry. I know how much you love Pipi. But she'll be with you always.
|Posted by: dad2paisley Feb 28 2012, 01:34 PM|
| Hilda, sorry for your loss. Run free sweetie.
|Posted by: Beryl Mar 3 2012, 03:20 PM|
| Oh Hilda so sorry about Pipi - I bet she is up at the Bridge taking care of all our Angels
A LOAN FROM GOD
God promised at the birth of time, a special friend to give,
his time on earth is short, he said, so love him while he
lives. It may be six or seven years, or twelve or then
sixteen, but will you, till I call him back, take care of him for
me? A wagging tail and cold wet nose, and silken velvet
ears, a heart as big as all outdoors, to love you through the
years. His puppy ways will gladden you, and antics bring a
smile, as guardian or friend he will, be loyal all the while.
He'll bring his charms to grace your life, and though his stay
be brief, when he's gone the memories, are solace for your
grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth
return, but lessons only a dog can teach, I want you each
to learn. Whatever love you give to him, returns in triple
measure, follow his lead and gain a life, brim full of simple
pleasure. Enjoy each day as it comes, allow your heart to
guide, be loyal and steadfast in love, as the dog there by
your side. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the
labor vain, nor hate me when I come to call, to take him
back again? I fancy each of us would say, "Dear Lord, thy
will be done, for all the joy this day shall bring, the risk of
grief we'll run." "We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love
him while we may, and for the happiness we've known,
forever grateful stay." "But shall the angels call for him,
much sooner than we've planned, we'll brave the bitter grief
that comes, and try to understand."
|Posted by: Pipi5 Mar 4 2012, 05:55 PM|
| Thank you. She was something else. I've never had one like her before. I was thinking the other morning about some of the stuff she did. Like no matter what day it was, she woke me up by 6:15. I'd try to ignore her, but eventually she'd come to my side of the bed & nose butt me. Then woof.
On the serious side I remember the morning she let me know Snowy had a stroke out in the yard. It was an early Sunday morning about this time of the year...Snowy too was 13. She had gone outside & was fine, but then I heard Pipi barking frantically & I looked & Snowy was struggling to get up & Pipi was running circles around her barking. I ran back in the house & got a towel to make a sling & Pipi stayed with Snowy. Then she followed us along as I helped Snowy walk back inside the house. 3 days later when I brought Snowy home, Pipi was there to follow & make sure she was okay.
Her & Gabby were always best friends. Gabby was (until recently) the only one Pipi would let lay near by. I had a foster pup come in the week before she passed named Boinkers & where ever she laid down & slept, he was close by. He was so sweet.
Its been kind of a whirlwind week, losing her on Tuesday & then Wednesday taking in a white foster boy...I catch a glimpse of him & my breath catches...It finally hit me yesterday that she was gone.
This morning I felt really special, during prayer time my pastor asked the church to pray for me, that I had just lost one of my kids. Its funny...when I first started going there, some people thought it was odd behavior to be so outwardly emotional about losing my dog. Now...several people talk about their dogs as part of their family...they've gotten a taste of real love.
Just as I hit enter I thought of another funny.
One Friday night Pipi had casually walked by BuyCut. He snapped at her & I didn't think much about it, I didn't see him make contact, but I did fuss at him.
She didn't say anything, didn't act differently. But the next morning I'm having my Saturday coffee & I saw her laying on her side & this huge gapping hole in her chest/belly area. I grabbed the phone & called Dr B. They were closing at noon, but he had some surgeries, yes bring her in.
So I get there about 11:45 and they go ahead & take her back. He can do surgery on her later, she's not bleeding, the skin is just ripped. No problem. Well ya know what...go ahead & give her her shots too.
So he calls me later that night & said he did the surgery, but is going to wait until Sunday to give her the shots. She hung out with him all day, laying on a pad in the lab.
So I get there Monday afternoon & on her chart there is a note: Doctor wants to talk to Hilda. So I'm alittle concerned...but since I didn't get a phone call, I guess she's okay. I'm sitting there waiting & they bring her bouncing into the room, she's all glad to see me.
Dr B comes in & says What kind of fence do you have at home? I said wooden privacy....why? I thought maybe she had actually cut her stomach on that instead.
He said Well the strangest thing happened. Monday morning the kennel tech comes in & when she opens the door, there stands Pipi. The dog runs are cinder block, 7 feet high with a chain link gate. Hers was still shut/latched. So she puts Pipi back in & comes to get Dr B to check her over...that high of a jump she might have gotten hurt. So when "I" (Dr B) goes back there also, they open the door & there stands Pipi again. She's climbed it again.
We had to laugh because she's never tried to climb the fence here at home. On top of all that, when he gave her the shots, she had a reaction to it & her hair curled up from the whelps...so he quickly gave her some benedryl. He said, please take her home...she's too much trouble. Then we both laughed. I knew he was kidding.
Stories/memories like this help me keep smiling about this crazy little girl.
|Posted by: Beryl Mar 4 2012, 06:24 PM|
|Hilda you have some wonderful memories of your pups and I know they will help you through this time of grief|
|Posted by: DonnaBehr Mar 5 2012, 03:47 PM|
| So sorry, Hilda. They are never with us long enough.
RIP, Pipi. Run free.