FinnishLapphund
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@Zoeypxo There's no Malamute in her, but like many Spitz breeds they do share a bit similarities in their looks. She's a Finnish Lapphund.
I'm so sorry to hear about your loss @SkylarkAscending . I've been thinking about you, and him, wondering how the both of you where, but I sort of hoped that you'd be more lucky than me, and get to keep him for another 10 years or so.
@Thistle I'm so sorry about your loss.
I feel devastated. Blomma was such a lovely soul, we always said that in her mind she probably never got older than a few months to about 1 year old. Don't recall if it was weeks, or a few months ago, we met a young dog out on a walk which she was allowed to say Hello to, and she gave him some of those front down, butt up play invites. The other owner asked how old she was, and was amazed at the answer. When she went out with my mum for short walks, mum regularly said some drivers slowed down to look at Blomma, and smile. People regularly gave us compliments for how cute she was, and nobody ever guessed that she was as old as she was. When we started a walk, she acted as if it was the best thing ever! Coming home after a walk, Oh how nice, maybe there will be food!
Her concentration often fluttered around like a butterfly, but if something really caught her attention, she could spend ages curiously looking at it, e.g. looking down at the brook going past our Summer garden in Autumn, trying to spot large wild fish. On the occasions when I took them/her to a sort of free outdoor zoo in Gothenburg, she was especially fascinated by the seals, the penguins, and the tiny dwarf mice, even though the later was so small, and quick they're hard to actually get to see. But she still wanted to try to see one every time we got to that area of the zoo.
She didn't like getting wet, walked with her eyes squinting in rain, and one year she made me suspect she was sick, because she started to quickly pee + poo at the start of our daily long walk, and then tried pulling to go home again. Since reluctance to go for long walks can be a sign of tick disease, I took her to the vets, and paid for a (not cheap) checking for tick diseases test. The test results were all negative. Instead it turned out that it had just rained so much the last several weeks, that she felt her paws got too wet on our muddy long walks in the woods. When she realised I had switched to walking on the streets until the grounds had dried up better, she immediately stopped with trying to cut the walks short.
But still, when I some Summers took them to a lake for some outdoor swimming together with me, she quickly learnt that 1 shortish (compared to hour long muddy walks) swim with me = she got one to a few pieces of sausage/meatball or similar. She clearly loved such food more than she disliked getting wet, because she was very eager to happily throw herself in for a swim together with me.
My lovely, sweetest little Blomma. Life do go on, but I miss her so, so much. At least I have my 2 adorable cats, but they don't need me like a dog do. My life truly rotates around my pets, and it feels so, utterly empty without Blomma.
I suppose I need a new dog, but I've actually been looking off and on for a new Finnish Lapphund puppy/dog for about a year, and simply not found anything suitable.
It was probably just a coincidence, but I still can't shake the feeling that something, unimportant, but a little strange happened the day she died. Background to what happened is that Blomma got a Diabetes Insipidus diagnosis in the Autumn of 2020. After some trial and errors we landed on that it suited her best to get her Insipidus medication in a ¼ of a pill 3 times per day dose. But the medication needed to be taken in a window of no food for 1-2 hours before or after. Since we at some point also had started to give my then 3 bitches 4-5 small meals per day to make it easier for their aging bodies, I had to make a daily schedule, with walks/garden toilet breaks starting no later than X o'clock, so they could be home and eat by Z o'clock, and have the no food windows around Blomma's medication times, at 09.00, 17.00, and 01.00.
To help me not forget the key times, I had a kitchen timer going off once in the morning, and once in the evening, and 6 alarms set in my mobile phone to remind me about that it was time for something regarding Blomma.
Here comes the strange part. When Blomma got admitted to the vet hospital, I contemplated turning off all her alarms in my phone, but I decided to keep them for as long as she was alive, because if she did come home, I would still need those reminders. Maybe it's just a hiccup caused by my mobile phone being both old, and quite full, but it rang as it should through the day, and it definitely rang at 17.00 when she was still doing okay. But when I on my way home after having euthanised Blomma took up my phone to turn off all her alarms, all 6 of them were already turned off.
My sensible side says it was just a coincidence, but it still feels a bit strange.
(Pointless babble,) considering how sick she had been/was I can't help feeling it shouldn't have been a 2nd shock that her body decided that this was too much to go through at her age, but I realise now that after the vets started talking more about how Blomma was heading towards getting well enough to come home, unconsciously my hope that she was over the worst took over. So I started to look up if e.g. her Glucosamine supplement, and vegetarian gnaw bones, would fit her new dietary requirements or not. I made a list writing up what signs to look out for that the pancreatitis might be flaring up again etc. Oh well, now things are the way they are.
I cry so much, and it's difficult to keep my thoughts away from her for long, but to let you know I'm not 100% miserable, I'm forcing myself to watch a bit TV, and on the surface I do occasionally feel a bit amused. It doesn't touch the inner black hurtful hole of sorrow inside of me, but better to feel a bit amused on the surface, than not at all.
So sorry, this got very long, thank you so much to anyone who reads all of it.
Thank you also to everyone who have pressed the reaction button on my first post, and/or written a comforting reply. All of yours compassion truly does mean a lot to me.
I'm so sorry to hear about your loss @SkylarkAscending . I've been thinking about you, and him, wondering how the both of you where, but I sort of hoped that you'd be more lucky than me, and get to keep him for another 10 years or so.
@Thistle I'm so sorry about your loss.
I feel devastated. Blomma was such a lovely soul, we always said that in her mind she probably never got older than a few months to about 1 year old. Don't recall if it was weeks, or a few months ago, we met a young dog out on a walk which she was allowed to say Hello to, and she gave him some of those front down, butt up play invites. The other owner asked how old she was, and was amazed at the answer. When she went out with my mum for short walks, mum regularly said some drivers slowed down to look at Blomma, and smile. People regularly gave us compliments for how cute she was, and nobody ever guessed that she was as old as she was. When we started a walk, she acted as if it was the best thing ever! Coming home after a walk, Oh how nice, maybe there will be food!
Her concentration often fluttered around like a butterfly, but if something really caught her attention, she could spend ages curiously looking at it, e.g. looking down at the brook going past our Summer garden in Autumn, trying to spot large wild fish. On the occasions when I took them/her to a sort of free outdoor zoo in Gothenburg, she was especially fascinated by the seals, the penguins, and the tiny dwarf mice, even though the later was so small, and quick they're hard to actually get to see. But she still wanted to try to see one every time we got to that area of the zoo.
She didn't like getting wet, walked with her eyes squinting in rain, and one year she made me suspect she was sick, because she started to quickly pee + poo at the start of our daily long walk, and then tried pulling to go home again. Since reluctance to go for long walks can be a sign of tick disease, I took her to the vets, and paid for a (not cheap) checking for tick diseases test. The test results were all negative. Instead it turned out that it had just rained so much the last several weeks, that she felt her paws got too wet on our muddy long walks in the woods. When she realised I had switched to walking on the streets until the grounds had dried up better, she immediately stopped with trying to cut the walks short.
But still, when I some Summers took them to a lake for some outdoor swimming together with me, she quickly learnt that 1 shortish (compared to hour long muddy walks) swim with me = she got one to a few pieces of sausage/meatball or similar. She clearly loved such food more than she disliked getting wet, because she was very eager to happily throw herself in for a swim together with me.
My lovely, sweetest little Blomma. Life do go on, but I miss her so, so much. At least I have my 2 adorable cats, but they don't need me like a dog do. My life truly rotates around my pets, and it feels so, utterly empty without Blomma.
I suppose I need a new dog, but I've actually been looking off and on for a new Finnish Lapphund puppy/dog for about a year, and simply not found anything suitable.
It was probably just a coincidence, but I still can't shake the feeling that something, unimportant, but a little strange happened the day she died. Background to what happened is that Blomma got a Diabetes Insipidus diagnosis in the Autumn of 2020. After some trial and errors we landed on that it suited her best to get her Insipidus medication in a ¼ of a pill 3 times per day dose. But the medication needed to be taken in a window of no food for 1-2 hours before or after. Since we at some point also had started to give my then 3 bitches 4-5 small meals per day to make it easier for their aging bodies, I had to make a daily schedule, with walks/garden toilet breaks starting no later than X o'clock, so they could be home and eat by Z o'clock, and have the no food windows around Blomma's medication times, at 09.00, 17.00, and 01.00.
To help me not forget the key times, I had a kitchen timer going off once in the morning, and once in the evening, and 6 alarms set in my mobile phone to remind me about that it was time for something regarding Blomma.
Here comes the strange part. When Blomma got admitted to the vet hospital, I contemplated turning off all her alarms in my phone, but I decided to keep them for as long as she was alive, because if she did come home, I would still need those reminders. Maybe it's just a hiccup caused by my mobile phone being both old, and quite full, but it rang as it should through the day, and it definitely rang at 17.00 when she was still doing okay. But when I on my way home after having euthanised Blomma took up my phone to turn off all her alarms, all 6 of them were already turned off.
My sensible side says it was just a coincidence, but it still feels a bit strange.
(Pointless babble,) considering how sick she had been/was I can't help feeling it shouldn't have been a 2nd shock that her body decided that this was too much to go through at her age, but I realise now that after the vets started talking more about how Blomma was heading towards getting well enough to come home, unconsciously my hope that she was over the worst took over. So I started to look up if e.g. her Glucosamine supplement, and vegetarian gnaw bones, would fit her new dietary requirements or not. I made a list writing up what signs to look out for that the pancreatitis might be flaring up again etc. Oh well, now things are the way they are.
I cry so much, and it's difficult to keep my thoughts away from her for long, but to let you know I'm not 100% miserable, I'm forcing myself to watch a bit TV, and on the surface I do occasionally feel a bit amused. It doesn't touch the inner black hurtful hole of sorrow inside of me, but better to feel a bit amused on the surface, than not at all.
So sorry, this got very long, thank you so much to anyone who reads all of it.
Thank you also to everyone who have pressed the reaction button on my first post, and/or written a comforting reply. All of yours compassion truly does mean a lot to me.
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