lleigh
06-19-2009, 12:15 PM
I wasn't going to post a tribute to my dear Lucy on the new site because it is old news. But............. I was feeling I left her out there lost in cyberspace somewhere and I needed to bring her home.
I learned a lot over the two years we struggled with this disease but what I learned most was to have hope. To any new members reading this, many cushpups live out a normal lifespan with proper medication. Hang in here with these wonderfully knowledgable folks who will give great advice and sincere friendship.
Dearest Lucy, aka Lucille, aka Boston Retriever,
Today is your birthday, January 20, 2009 and you would have been twelve years old. Although I am very sad you are gone, I am also celebrating today as we always did, your birthday and your wonderful little self.
You came into our lives in February, 1997. We had been furbabyless five months after losing our Cindy Loo to cancer and we were furbaby lonesome. Our youngest of three girls had graduated from high school, gone off to college, and so we looked in the newspaper just to see. "Boston Terrier puppies for sale". Oh boy! I was raised with one and knew the Boston personality and so we went. The breeder in Virginia Beach should not have been breeding for white babies, but she did, and when you hopped right into my lap it was all over. My mother decided you would be a great birthday present (my 50th!). Two very long weeks later we picked you up and brought your adorable cute self home. You were instantly loved and you instantly bonded with the entire family. So small and always cold, you spent the first weeks of spring that year inside our sweaters or in our pockets. You were smart, very easy and quick to train, and never chewed up a thing in our house. You loved squeeky toys, threw them up in the air and tried to catch them. You energetically opened most of our Christmas presents for years. You loved to fly off our deck into the yard (only two steps down) with your little legs straight out behind you like "Super Dog". You loved people, especially the ones who took the time to notice you. You tunnelled under the covers of our bed and slept and snored between the two of us just to make sure you were the center of attention. Our middle daughter worked in a nursing home for a while when you were young and she took you to visit frequently. The multi-handicapped children adored you and you loved spending time in their beds. You were always extremely sensitive to anyone who was ill or upset. You went wherever we went because you were always a welcome guest. You especially loved the Rappahannock Rivah (yes, they spell it that way up there). Who would guess that a Boston Terrier could possibly be a good swimmer? You had two larger family lab type dogs (our daughters') to measure up to and you certainly did. They would swim way out to retrieve thrown sticks and you would wait until they came in close enough, steal the stick away, and then proudly swim to shore to show off your ability. Typical Boston attitude!
Happy Birthday my love! Thank you for giving us nearly twelve years of your wonderful, loving, affectionate, happy self! I will now hold you in my heart forever!
Love,
Mom, aka Lyn
Lucy was diagnosed in August of 2006. We struggled to get medication level (Trilostane) right for 18 months. There were many ups and downs with lots of eating and elimination problems. Her rear quarter trembling never stopped. Later, additional diagnosis from the University of Tennessee indicated Atypical Cushing's Disease. Due to major eating problems, we discontinued Trilostane and commenced Melatonin and Flax. IMS suspected a macroadenoma all along and when Lucy started having seizures it was evident this was the case. Severe seizures led to major disorientation and loss of quality of life and Lucy went to the Rainbow Bridge January 17, 2009.
I learned a lot over the two years we struggled with this disease but what I learned most was to have hope. To any new members reading this, many cushpups live out a normal lifespan with proper medication. Hang in here with these wonderfully knowledgable folks who will give great advice and sincere friendship.
Dearest Lucy, aka Lucille, aka Boston Retriever,
Today is your birthday, January 20, 2009 and you would have been twelve years old. Although I am very sad you are gone, I am also celebrating today as we always did, your birthday and your wonderful little self.
You came into our lives in February, 1997. We had been furbabyless five months after losing our Cindy Loo to cancer and we were furbaby lonesome. Our youngest of three girls had graduated from high school, gone off to college, and so we looked in the newspaper just to see. "Boston Terrier puppies for sale". Oh boy! I was raised with one and knew the Boston personality and so we went. The breeder in Virginia Beach should not have been breeding for white babies, but she did, and when you hopped right into my lap it was all over. My mother decided you would be a great birthday present (my 50th!). Two very long weeks later we picked you up and brought your adorable cute self home. You were instantly loved and you instantly bonded with the entire family. So small and always cold, you spent the first weeks of spring that year inside our sweaters or in our pockets. You were smart, very easy and quick to train, and never chewed up a thing in our house. You loved squeeky toys, threw them up in the air and tried to catch them. You energetically opened most of our Christmas presents for years. You loved to fly off our deck into the yard (only two steps down) with your little legs straight out behind you like "Super Dog". You loved people, especially the ones who took the time to notice you. You tunnelled under the covers of our bed and slept and snored between the two of us just to make sure you were the center of attention. Our middle daughter worked in a nursing home for a while when you were young and she took you to visit frequently. The multi-handicapped children adored you and you loved spending time in their beds. You were always extremely sensitive to anyone who was ill or upset. You went wherever we went because you were always a welcome guest. You especially loved the Rappahannock Rivah (yes, they spell it that way up there). Who would guess that a Boston Terrier could possibly be a good swimmer? You had two larger family lab type dogs (our daughters') to measure up to and you certainly did. They would swim way out to retrieve thrown sticks and you would wait until they came in close enough, steal the stick away, and then proudly swim to shore to show off your ability. Typical Boston attitude!
Happy Birthday my love! Thank you for giving us nearly twelve years of your wonderful, loving, affectionate, happy self! I will now hold you in my heart forever!
Love,
Mom, aka Lyn
Lucy was diagnosed in August of 2006. We struggled to get medication level (Trilostane) right for 18 months. There were many ups and downs with lots of eating and elimination problems. Her rear quarter trembling never stopped. Later, additional diagnosis from the University of Tennessee indicated Atypical Cushing's Disease. Due to major eating problems, we discontinued Trilostane and commenced Melatonin and Flax. IMS suspected a macroadenoma all along and when Lucy started having seizures it was evident this was the case. Severe seizures led to major disorientation and loss of quality of life and Lucy went to the Rainbow Bridge January 17, 2009.