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Whimsy
Whimzy
1995-1998
Dead
to have to much
suffered...
When
I met Whimsy for the first time, she was almost ten months old. She was
already a beautiful bitch. She was long, level, totally black and very
shiny, she had a lovely neck. It was the kind of dog who cut you a blow when
she passed in front of you. She had a lot of presence in a ring. It was the
Portugalettes’ show in Spain. The ring was outside, and there was some grass
on the ground. She seemed to glide with grace on it, like a princess. I
never saw her later, but she impressed me and I kept in my memory the
picture of a great bitch. One day, we received a call from Spain. His owner
didn’t want Skyes anymore, he realized he couldn’t win enough money with
this breed. He offered me two bitches : Whimsy and her daughter Thea. We
went to Spain with my husband; my husband is my best partner in all this
terrible kind of story. When we arrived the camping car was already there.
The same camping car which brought our Junior a few years ago. They showed
us the two bitches, I need to sit down, I had a lump in my throat, and I
couldn’t say anything. I was totally scared by the vision I had. Two sickly
bitches, sad and wild, Thea was a little bit less timid than her mother. Her
coat was in a terrible state, nevertheless, she had been clipped the year
before. I couldn’t touch Whimsy, she was too wild…but in memory of the super
bitch I saw the year before, my heart drove me. I had already won some more
important wars before in my life, I resolved to save the nice Finish. I
didn’t know that life wouldn’t give me enough time to do it, games were
already done…I didn’t take Thea because I think I was frightened by the
immensity of the work that needed to be done. I was afraid to take two
bitches in these conditions. All my life this idea will come back in my
conscience to haunt me. Thea died three months later… however, she found a
new house, but the man wanted to win money with and she was not in condition
to have any puppies, she was too ill, then he gave her back to her first
owner… and finally, she died alone, abandoned by everybody…It’s horrible to
live with this kind of feeling but, that day I saw the fear in my husband’s
eyes… Maybe he thought I was totally mad to take a bitch in this
condition…The little light which usually shines in each dog’s eyes, didn’t
shine in Whimsy’s. I never saw it in her eyes. My poor bitch, you didn’t
live, you survived and I didn’t know it…I help you to recovered, each day,
the fight became harder, but I was blinded by my love for you…We tried
everything, medicines, radios, scans, operations and many, many
vitamins…Nothing, nothing, nothing. We didn’t find any solution. I will
never forget that evening. I tried to feed her one last time. Two minutes
later, she gave me back the food. I was in despair. I had no strong left to
fight the good fight. My husband was looking at me with eyes full of pity.
He was always there during my fight for whimsy, went with me to the vet,
helped me with nice words of love, but this evening, he decided to open my
eyes : “Nath., it’s over, your bitch doesn’t want to live anymore, look at
her and accept it” I looked at my bitch, she was there, with a forlorn head…
it was a real shock to admit that he was right, she had no more will left to
live… It was too late… I put her back in her bed and promised her that I
would leave her in peace to await her death… The day after, my batteries
were strong enough once more and I took my bitch for a last fight. I went
back to the vet. She was only three, we must find the solution, the solution
must exist and we must find it… My vet knew that everything was lost, but he
didn’t say anything, out of respect for me I think… He did a blood analysis.
The results were dramatic. The death progressed very quick… her back was out
of order, everything went away little by little…But any hope… her spleen was
enormous, maybe it was the cause of everything. Oh it was so good to expect
again… I let Whimsy with the vet. I’ll never forget her. She was so
wonderful with her pink elastic in her face’s coat. I put it when she
arrived at home because I wanted to be able to see all the time her eyes. I
wanted to see the little light in her eyes, immediately when she will be
there again, but I never see it….The vet took off the spleen, the blood
analyse became better, now if she arrived to go to the toilets, she will be
on the good way, but…She will be better, she will come back at home…I
really believed it… After the night, my heart beating, I phoned to the vet.
The secretary said me “hold the line, I call the vet…” I understood… I felt
on the ground and I shouted full of despair… My heart bleed , I was wrong,
so wrong…I never saw her again. This morning, I had to drive to Spain to an
important show. Coincidence? Maybe… I phoned his first owner, I was very
hard, I was crying. The own thing he said me “no scandal, please…” I called
Thea, her Breeder, and we cryed together. I always ask myself if she cry for
me or for the bitch. I was in very bad moral condition to drive to Spain. I
think I suffered a lot during this story, however it was only three months.
I decided to create, at this moment, Rescue Skye, in Whimsy Memory, no Skye
must died anymore in these conditions…At home, Whimsy is a little bit there.
She is living through her daughter Finland, her little children Promise,
Joey and Thunderbolt and her great grand daughter Thea…A long time after, as
I read some medical books, talking about dog’s illness and their symptom, I
understood what was the illness of Whimsy. The Leishmaniosa, oh of course
her skin problems, her long nails, and her enormous spleen (the end of this
terrible illness). My vet was agree. And if we knew that before? We can’t
cure this illness, with a good treatment you can put her in sleep, but if
you stop she come back harder… A rubbish illness…What could I remember about
this hard experience? The memory of an
EX-TRA-OR-DI-NA-RY bitch, even if she suffered a lot, she never shows
something, she staid courageous until the end of her life, she never cry,
she staid the proud and the beautiful bitch I’ve met on this Portugalete’s
ring, this summer…
Almost
9 years and
still in our
hearts...
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