We just returned from four days in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area and a 2 day visit to Ely. Initially our trip north was filled with lots of excitement because not only were we going to be able to relax for the first time in 2 years but we were also going to meet a fellow wolf advocate that I'd only had the pleasure of knowing through Facebook. Unfortunately three hours into our 4 hour road trip things took a turn for the worst.
We had all four of our dogs with us and two of our chi's were going to stay at a kennel in Embarrass, MN (the other two were going to the BWCA). About 15 minutes before we arrived at Black Wolf Kennels, which is where Lisa, a fellow wolf advocate and owner of the kennel lives, one of our male chi's (Techi) started having trouble breathing. Lisa took one look at him and sent us to the Ely Vet Clinic just north of where she lives. His tongue was bluish, he kept panting, it wasn't good. Long story short, Techi didn't make it.
Techi has a story (like all of my dogs), we bought him as a pup, the neighbor boy (spawn of satan) poisoned him, against the vet's advice and through my tears I begged Dr. Pomeroy to revive my little dog, which he did, and like the vet warned Techi was never the same again. Fast forward 7 years and now we are standing in the middle of the Ely Vet Clinic and I'm being told once again, in the subtle way that vet's tell you, it is time to let my dog go. Anyone who has had to put a pet to death knows how painful it is (and I say death and not sleep because death is what it is). You're being "advised" to take life from another living being and it can really make a person physically ill. It's the second time I've personally had to do it (Chelsea, another one of our chi's had a brain tumor) but this time I walked out before our dog was sedated and left my husband to deal with the rest. I'm not good with death, never have been and never will be no matter if it is a human or an animal it always hurts and I never get over it.
Then, to make matters worse, while we are going through the process of losing our beloved chihuahua my daughter comes running into the exam room yelling that our female chihuahua Franny was dying. She was holding a limp Fran in her arms so the vet scooped her up and began treating her immediately. The initial diagnosis was possible seizure or stroke, I don't think there was ever any certainty about what it could be but it was touch and go as to whether she'd recover. Fran did recover but had to stay behind for observation in Ely when we went into the BWCA (to avoid the stress).
We've returned home now... one dog less. Techi's energy has disappeared into the universe and all we have left of him are his ashes and our memories.
R.I.P Techi boy
Techi meeting Gypsy
Techi lounging while Middy decorates his face with American Girl Doll Glasses
THANK YOULisa Fabish at Black Wolf Kennels for running a really great dog kennel (loved everything about it), taking awesome care of our Santi and for getting Techi excellent medical care. I wish you and I were neighbors :-) You are a genuinely caring person! So happy we finally met face to face. We will see you in a few months...
I'll be back to post about the BWCA trip in a couple days.