"HOWDY" barely had time to say hello...now he's gone in an instant...Rainbow Bridge too early encountered.
How could this be? This cruelness of fate? A muddy 7 month old adorable long-haired Chihuahua only needed a bath. My son described he usually played "Statue" during this process; this time he moved one step and fell 4 feet to the hard tile floor. His neck broken, his eye sparkle gone immediately! My grown son at my door this evening in tears; heaving, chest crushing sobs of torment as he described the death of sweet little Howdy. Could it have been prevented; yes! But all the harder to take. The back lawn could have been mowed and the weeds cleared so the 2# puppy would not have gotten so muddy in the under brush. A midnight bath? Would a wash cloth have sufficed? Would the bathtub have been a better choice? How about NEVER taking your hands off of him at all-EVER while above the floor? My hurt is knowing all of these answers but not being able to spare my son or his baby boy Chihuahua the pain and senseless loss my additional years of experience has taught me. My son always did have to learn lessons the hard way...but now a man, why THIS hard? Why this tragic? Howdy was a perfect show dog Chihuahua little dude. Funny, playful, tolerant of my 9 year old grand daughter's ADHD type handling. He was only with my son and grand daughter since February 20th. Purchased as an after thought as company for the little female 3 months his elder we'd journeyed to get. Litter box trained; everything was perfect. Everyone's feelings and needs thought of. Responsible steps taken, neutering done, rabies given, all immunizations on board and now dead. In half a second! Cruel!!! Worse yet? Tomorrow my grand daughter comes home from her mother's house and has to be told that HER dog, he was her dog; is gone. My only input was don't describe how it happened exactly. Every time I think BROKEN NECK I shudder and cringe. I found myself crying then SCREAMING and SCREAMING in the shower tonight! I am 60...I live with no other humans and I needed to scream, so I did. Now I am only 2 weeks away from the 1st anniversary of my 10 year old Maltese's death due to Cushing's Syndrome and Squamous Cell Carcinoma. Unpreventable? No! Vets pumped the little guy with corticosteroids for allergies all his life...vets don't take oaths, you know? Now there are non-steroidal treatments and grain-free diets but my Roscoe died a painful death all the same. Too little too late. Of course my thoughts that pushed me over the edge came when I imagined my Roscoe receiving little Howdy at the foot of the Rainbow Bridge. Were there such a place I would go there too. Not to stay, not yet. I have my own furry and feathered "fids" that still depend on me. We are the sole caretakers of these wonderful creatures God loans to us and we can only do our best. But do we? So many, many do not; and for some, on purpose they do not. Why do those of us that try SO hard to do our best suffer so much? I suffer not being able to spare the pain my son must relive when he tells Madison, my grand daughter, of the tragedy tomorrow night. -A broken neck-broken neck-broken neck...no solace even that he suffered not.