HOMING IN GUERNSEY, ALDERNEY & SARK |
The loss of our 2 fawn sanctuary dogs. Paris
Paris, Bambi, Peter Pan, just a few of the names we called our girl. Paris could charm the birds from the trees and frequently did!!! - She could wrap anyone round her little paw. Prospective owners would take one look at her and say 'we would really love one like that' but Paris was a one off, exceptionally small for her breed we never really knew her background. She was fine with other dogs, cats anything in fact and was always off her lead, doing her own thing. No-one was overlooked when she was out she would prance over for a love and a pat and that cold nose would poke you until you gave her sufficient strokes. She looked so young you would have thought she was 3 or 4 with the most magnificant brown eyes always heavily made up (well she was a gal) she was never ill and up until about 10 days ago still tearing about on the beach albeit a bit stiff in the back. When she collapsed on the beach the Monday before last, even the vet at that time thought there was no cause for alarm and when she responded to the steroid jab we thought things would be fine. Alas this was not to be as on Monday she collapsed at home and after a steroid and a morphine jab, neither could control the horrific pain she was in and upon advice from our vet we did the kindest thing and let her go. It was suspected that there was a tumour somewhere on her spine. We know that doing what we do the pain of losses will always be there but it never becomes any easier and of course when you have older dogs there will always be that time. We thought Paris was invincible but deep down we know none of them are. We still imagine you running about the beach looking for loves and hope that you will be doing the same when you cross over to the famous Rainbow Bridge. Good bless you Paris. Ocean
It seemed like Ocean's career was mapped out for him. Racing under the name of That's my Boy his trainer thought he was on a winner - this dog was going places. However, it was not to be, Ocean took an injury to his wrist which was to end his racing days at the grand old age of 3. He was a clever old dog so we sometimes wonder if he took the tumble on purpose. Anyway we ended up bringing him to Jersey in 1998 where he lived a contented life with Carl and Louise and Cara his sister greyhound. Due to a break up, and so as Ocean wouldn't have to spend time alone, he came to live with us here at the Sanctuary by which time his back was giving him problems. A tumble which led to him losing his hip didn't do him any favours but he was up for anything and still enjoyed life to the full. Earlier this year failing kidneys caused a dramatic weight loss but he was still happy, enjoying his walks. Sadly a few days ago his old injury to the wrist in his front leg began giving him a lot of pain and because he relied on his front legs he was having severe problems getting himself up. The look on his face was one we have seen many times. We needed to give him the final kindness so at 8.20am on Wednesday 24th January 2008, Ocean went to join all his pals. Run free Ocean. G&M Hickmott 2008© |
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