... May the sky becomes the color of lead, the sun goes, flowers wilt ...
May 12 evening, at the age of 12 years, left us Triss (with Banshee Bear Gawry). She was the founder of our kennel, the mother of 25 unique puppies, which have grown wise to the dogs, both the utility and the typical family. It was primarily our friend and life companion, a member of our family.
Now when I think about it, through tears I see good things and funny adventure, which it raises.
her childhood and early youth coincided with the last two years of my urban life. We went for walks along the at Hill of Revenue in Wroclaw. Once it was a wild area, very quiet. A common sight in the meadow was a tanner or on blankets wylegujący residents of the neighborhood screams. Triss was used to run them over the head, trampled on and match body parts to their prowiantów. The apogee of her uncontrollable temper was when I grabbed his leash, ran to some poor fellow's head, tore osłupiałemu guy banana from his hand and wrąbała it together with the skin. I did not know what to do, apologize to the guy running to redeem a banana, or lie down beside and die with laughter.
Another situation seemed ridiculous until after some time. Triss with a vengeance, as befits a hunting dog, fell caused incomprehensible to me until today impulse into a ditch with an outer skin and delight utaplała from all sides, from the tip of the nose, the same tail. Probably it was very thick and sticky mud. A bit of stunk. Again, we the Hill of Revenue to arrive at the house we had to overcome much of the populated area. I came back almost in tears. My dog \u200b\u200bwas covered with a black shell, the devil knows what else, happily flashed from under the crust whites of his eyes. Took a few days before it the default, and even so for a time went lightly przyszarzała.
At the age of 9 months left me in the real consternation. Right on the home we had a small little square with an equally small pond. From time to time, he was cleared by the municipal services. Walking around the circle, 5 meters from the pond, approached the workers cleaning the area. And then there was one of the weirder things we have ever met in my life to the dog. Workman, than the pears, nor with parsley, tossed in a bucket bitch. What he was nuts, I do not know. Maybe it was a form of teasing, show off. A bucket was metal, narobiło profusion, fortunately not dosięgnęło dog. Triss immediately rushed to the teeth and wheezing in the direction of the worker, who did not expect to see such a reaction. He made a duck, instinctively drew back i. .. fell into the water. I no longer had to join in with his muzzle in this whole matter-Triss did it for me. This was one of the two cases when Triss postraszyła human teeth.
second time occurred when I got here in the countryside, let a friend go to the room where she stayed with her newborn puppies. He was welcomed by some two thousand teeth, and we will from now on, just in case, do not let anyone into any of the females with pups bitches. We do not do this already conscious of other reasons too, but I'll write about this on the blog breeding.
After moving to the countryside when Triss over 3 years, started for the period of motherhood, and for us a serious adventure with its own culture. I wrote about it here . At the same link you can find also more information about our lives with Triss.
At the age of seven years retired, has been spayed. Joyful, lively, full of energy, temperament, remained to the last days of his life.
On Thursday, May 5 in the evening, she felt ill. She stopped eating and moving with great difficulty. Spasms of the body suggested a life-threatening stomach-turning. Immediately we went to the vet, who did an ultrasound and probing of the stomach. Our fears were not confirmed, did not find any reasons for her sudden "collapse." Triss did not assert to yourself, but once she felt stronger and weaker again.
On Thursday, May 12 evening, got a stroke which caused paralysis of her body. The female was unable to move, and so much wanted to get up. Remained conscious until the very end, which did not encourage us to make a decision. In her eyes there was no spark, however, a plea for help. I did not want to extend her suffering and wait until it starts to suffer even more. We have taken the heaviest in the history of our small farms, but a conscious and just decided to help her painless transition to the next world.
passed away from us on May 12 at 21.00, just quietly fell asleep. I could say goodbye to her, kiss and hold her paw in the latter way. She joined
we Buły , Luxor son, fathers and friends, who competed on the rings.
I believe that now runs happily in land on the other side of Rainbow Bridge.
I want to believe that someday we will meet there with her.
Bułcia A and is no longer alone
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