MAC, 11 years old. RIP beautiful Mac, you will be missed by us all.
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MAC, 11 years old. RIP my tiny little boy – 31.10.17
We adopted little Mac from Iggy Rescue two years ago and he has been the greatest joy in our lives. A funny little character with the biggest personality, he became a much loved companion to our other little Iggy, Inca.
Mac became ill very suddenly last week with a suspected lung tumour, causing his little chest cavity to fill with fluid. After extensive tests, we made the heartbreaking decision not to put him through the invasive surgery to remove part of the lung as some other health issues were identified simultaneously making the surgery high-risk and the prognosis poor.
Mac departed this life in my arms last night. He went very peacefully with his little purple elephant in between his paws. We could not have loved him more and can’t imagine our lives without this little boy in it. He was the most affectionate little soul and could not ever get enough of our love and cuddles.
RIP my tiny little boy. You stole my heart and nothing will ever fill the enormous hole that you have left with your departure. You were the bravest little soldier and I am so happy that the universe brought us together, even though it was only for a couple of years. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
I will never forget you.
MAC, 11 years old. RIP my tiny little boy – 31.10.17
We adopted little Mac from Iggy Rescue two years ago and he has been the greatest joy in our lives. A funny little character with the biggest personality, he became a much loved companion to our other little Iggy, Inca.
Mac became ill very suddenly last week with a suspected lung tumour, causing his little chest cavity to fill with fluid. After extensive tests, we made the heartbreaking decision not to put him through the invasive surgery to remove part of the lung as some other health issues were identified simultaneously making the surgery high-risk and the prognosis poor.
Mac departed this life in my arms last night. He went very peacefully with his little purple elephant in between his paws. We could not have loved him more and can’t imagine our lives without this little boy in it. He was the most affectionate little soul and could not ever get enough of our love and cuddles.
RIP my tiny little boy. You stole my heart and nothing will ever fill the enormous hole that you have left with your departure. You were the bravest little soldier and I am so happy that the universe brought us together, even though it was only for a couple of years. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
I will never forget you.
Leopold, 7 yrs old. RIP sweet Leo, you are deeply missed.
Leopold has an aggressive and terminal type of cancer. He is unable to be rehomed due to his health, so he is with a lovely foster carer who will provide palliative care for whatever time he has left.
Leopold has had surgery to remove the lumps as they were bleeding, but they will grow back. They were only removed on the surface with minimal tissue being removed, as a palliative measure to make him more comfortable. He is the sweetest most gentle natured dog, and we are still coming to terms with his diagnosis. All we can do is provide the best environment for him that we can.
Leo is a quiet little guy who loves people and loves other iggies. He is fond of quiet gentle children and is a sun worshipper. He is a lovely lovely boy who is an absolute heartbreaker. Given how this he is we feat the cancer has already spread to one of more of his organs :( however he is bright and cheerful so as long as he is comfortable we will not be having any more surgery or investigative vetwork done, only palliative measures will be taken. Unfortunately the type of cancer Leopold has moves very quickly and is known to go to body organs.
Leopold has had surgery to remove the lumps as they were bleeding, but they will grow back. They were only removed on the surface with minimal tissue being removed, as a palliative measure to make him more comfortable. He is the sweetest most gentle natured dog, and we are still coming to terms with his diagnosis. All we can do is provide the best environment for him that we can.
Leo is a quiet little guy who loves people and loves other iggies. He is fond of quiet gentle children and is a sun worshipper. He is a lovely lovely boy who is an absolute heartbreaker. Given how this he is we feat the cancer has already spread to one of more of his organs :( however he is bright and cheerful so as long as he is comfortable we will not be having any more surgery or investigative vetwork done, only palliative measures will be taken. Unfortunately the type of cancer Leopold has moves very quickly and is known to go to body organs.
Alistair - 10 yr old iggy x mini foxie RIP sweet boy.
Alistair is a gentle boy who does have some frosty vision. He is a quiet very calm boy. He was extremely thin when he came from the pound at 5.7kg but is slowly gaining weight. He enjoys his food! He is social with other dogs and has a smooth coat. He has a quiet nature and is happy to be left alone for longer periods. He comes desexed, C5 vaccinated, heartworm free and microchipped.
Murphy - 11 year old Italian Greyhound
It is with a heavy heart that we report Murphy aka Muppy was put to sleep. After making his journey to Sydney and settling in well with his new furry friends he had a couple of episodes where he vomited blood and also had blood in diarrhoea. Initially the vet thought he had a gastro bug and he was treated accordingly. Then, he had a second and much more serious episode. After very close examination with the vet and a lot of discussion, it was revealed that Muppy probably had a tumour which could result in him bleeding out due to the vomiting and diarrhoea.
The course of action was going to be long, stressful and too traumatic for Muppy so it was with great angst that we decided to put Muppy to rest. After such a traumatic life we all wanted the best for him so putting him through this traumatic treatment for a short term possible gain was not fair. He can now join his furry friend Mitch the Greyhound and once again stand under his front legs for warmth.
In the time Muppy was with us we saw a little guy with a lot of spunk. A heat seeker and cuddle-poo who just wanted to know what it was like to be loved. There was a lot of love shared with you by those who met you and we all hope that you are happy safe and warm now, away from any distress and pain that you were encountering. There is definitely a piece of our hearts with your name on it and a fond mental picture of your stiff little walk - tail up as you patrolled the garden for us.
The course of action was going to be long, stressful and too traumatic for Muppy so it was with great angst that we decided to put Muppy to rest. After such a traumatic life we all wanted the best for him so putting him through this traumatic treatment for a short term possible gain was not fair. He can now join his furry friend Mitch the Greyhound and once again stand under his front legs for warmth.
In the time Muppy was with us we saw a little guy with a lot of spunk. A heat seeker and cuddle-poo who just wanted to know what it was like to be loved. There was a lot of love shared with you by those who met you and we all hope that you are happy safe and warm now, away from any distress and pain that you were encountering. There is definitely a piece of our hearts with your name on it and a fond mental picture of your stiff little walk - tail up as you patrolled the garden for us.
Siennas Story
You’d been running wild in the bush, no one knows how long for and had not been handled or known a loving home most likely. I first saw you going mad in a kennel, wide eyed and running constantly, backwards and forwards. I threw a towel over you as that was the only way to catch you and took you home. You ran for 2 weeks and I just left your food outside, you wouldn’t let me get anywhere near you.
After the 2 weeks when you’d learned I wasn’t going to hurt you, I got you to the vet for an assessment – I wondered if you had brain damage. The vet thought that you’d just had a very bad start in life, you were about 2 yrs old and had already been bred from so I got your vet work done and the vets said you were a nice natured little girl, just terrified of everything.
You were OK with my dogs around and they let you do what you wanted. Strangely enough, you either knew how to use a doggie door or you picked it up from the others and once you had, you flew in and out at top speed, on your way to your crate in my bedroom which was like your sanctuary. You loved your crate and would choose to spend evenings in there and happily sleep in peace through the night totally covered over, I felt it gave you some peace of mind. In the mornings you’d be all snuggly and let me stroke you, stretching your little legs out like a cat. And then you’d be up and out to catch the first rays of sunlight, you’d settle down on the back step with a contented look, as if sitting in the sun was your greatest pleasure. Of course if I came outside, you’d take off. You liked to hide in the bushes and explore every corner of the garden and watch the birds and the other dogs, you all sunbathed like old friends.
Unfortunately you also liked to destroy lots of things around the house, my shoes, clothes and the other dogs’ beds. The level of destruction got too much for me and Kylie and I decided you really needed some more space and younger dogs to play with, a different set up could see you improve and go on to find a new home we hoped.
So after 2 months I sent you to Kylie, I felt awful but you coped well with the trip and initially things went well at Kylie’s. You enjoyed playing with the other dogs but for you it wasn’t perfect, you couldn’t access your beloved crate during the day as you were with the other dogs in a run. You began to bark, upsetting Kylie’s neighbours and get into trouble with the other dogs so Kylie made some changes which you weren’t so happy with. After 6 months of Kylie trialling different solutions, we thought it best if you came back to me. I would then take you to a behavioural vet and try alternative therapies such as Chinese herbs and acupuncture.
You were diagnosed as a very challenging case, such was the level of your fear. The Chinese herbs prescribed for you did calm you down to the point where you’d come and sit with me on the sofa briefly or lie on my bed with me. You were never really relaxed totally though, even with me but with visitors you would make a fleeting visit to join them on the sofa – they were given instructions “don’t move” and you were so brave, you wanted to make contact and I was so proud of you. It was only tiny steps but I thought we were on our way at last. I never thought I could rehome you but was happy to have you for the rest of your life and do all I could to make you happy. Little did I know it wasn’t to be. That last week, after another visit to the vets where you fared better due to the herbs, you had another day where you wouldn’t even tolerate me being in the same room, such was your fear. I have no idea what had set you off that day. The next day you were back to normal.
It was the day after that things went badly wrong. You’d always exhibited a high prey drive with lizards but had always been good with my other dogs. My little 3 kilo girl was sick, I didn’t know it but you had sensed it and this brought on your instinct, you didn’t hurt her but I know that it is only because I was there. I replayed it in my head, over and over. I kept you separate that day. As my other dogs are all old and you were so much younger and stronger, it had became a high risk situation and I would never have forgiven myself if one of my dogs had suffered in any way.
I talked to many experienced people and my vet and in the end the consensus was that I had to let you go, there were no changes I could make that would suit you and not cause other problems and there would always be a risk to my other dogs as you were unpredictable due to neurological issues. You would not suit a normal dog owner because you couldn’t be handled very much or ever walked and only coped with a limited amount of contact.
The heartbreak for me was that I loved you dearly, even with all your problems. I laughed at your little habit of sneaking my bras into your crate and hiding them or when you peaked out at me from behind a bush or watched me through the glass. I was occasionally able to give you a quick cuddle and I honestly thought you were really learning to love a little affection. You’d become prepared to walk within a few feet of me without panicking, quite often. I had watched your tiny steps of progress with delight and although I knew you couldn’t be rehomed, I was committed to keeping you. I know that you loved and trusted me too and when I took you to my vet for the last time, I felt that I was totally betraying you. You were only 2 yrs old, it was so unfair.
Sienna, in a different time and place I would never have had to let you go, I am so very sorry. Please know that I’ll always love you and every part of me wishes that things could have been different.
You have taken a piece of my heart with you.
Love you always, Jane
You’d been running wild in the bush, no one knows how long for and had not been handled or known a loving home most likely. I first saw you going mad in a kennel, wide eyed and running constantly, backwards and forwards. I threw a towel over you as that was the only way to catch you and took you home. You ran for 2 weeks and I just left your food outside, you wouldn’t let me get anywhere near you.
After the 2 weeks when you’d learned I wasn’t going to hurt you, I got you to the vet for an assessment – I wondered if you had brain damage. The vet thought that you’d just had a very bad start in life, you were about 2 yrs old and had already been bred from so I got your vet work done and the vets said you were a nice natured little girl, just terrified of everything.
You were OK with my dogs around and they let you do what you wanted. Strangely enough, you either knew how to use a doggie door or you picked it up from the others and once you had, you flew in and out at top speed, on your way to your crate in my bedroom which was like your sanctuary. You loved your crate and would choose to spend evenings in there and happily sleep in peace through the night totally covered over, I felt it gave you some peace of mind. In the mornings you’d be all snuggly and let me stroke you, stretching your little legs out like a cat. And then you’d be up and out to catch the first rays of sunlight, you’d settle down on the back step with a contented look, as if sitting in the sun was your greatest pleasure. Of course if I came outside, you’d take off. You liked to hide in the bushes and explore every corner of the garden and watch the birds and the other dogs, you all sunbathed like old friends.
Unfortunately you also liked to destroy lots of things around the house, my shoes, clothes and the other dogs’ beds. The level of destruction got too much for me and Kylie and I decided you really needed some more space and younger dogs to play with, a different set up could see you improve and go on to find a new home we hoped.
So after 2 months I sent you to Kylie, I felt awful but you coped well with the trip and initially things went well at Kylie’s. You enjoyed playing with the other dogs but for you it wasn’t perfect, you couldn’t access your beloved crate during the day as you were with the other dogs in a run. You began to bark, upsetting Kylie’s neighbours and get into trouble with the other dogs so Kylie made some changes which you weren’t so happy with. After 6 months of Kylie trialling different solutions, we thought it best if you came back to me. I would then take you to a behavioural vet and try alternative therapies such as Chinese herbs and acupuncture.
You were diagnosed as a very challenging case, such was the level of your fear. The Chinese herbs prescribed for you did calm you down to the point where you’d come and sit with me on the sofa briefly or lie on my bed with me. You were never really relaxed totally though, even with me but with visitors you would make a fleeting visit to join them on the sofa – they were given instructions “don’t move” and you were so brave, you wanted to make contact and I was so proud of you. It was only tiny steps but I thought we were on our way at last. I never thought I could rehome you but was happy to have you for the rest of your life and do all I could to make you happy. Little did I know it wasn’t to be. That last week, after another visit to the vets where you fared better due to the herbs, you had another day where you wouldn’t even tolerate me being in the same room, such was your fear. I have no idea what had set you off that day. The next day you were back to normal.
It was the day after that things went badly wrong. You’d always exhibited a high prey drive with lizards but had always been good with my other dogs. My little 3 kilo girl was sick, I didn’t know it but you had sensed it and this brought on your instinct, you didn’t hurt her but I know that it is only because I was there. I replayed it in my head, over and over. I kept you separate that day. As my other dogs are all old and you were so much younger and stronger, it had became a high risk situation and I would never have forgiven myself if one of my dogs had suffered in any way.
I talked to many experienced people and my vet and in the end the consensus was that I had to let you go, there were no changes I could make that would suit you and not cause other problems and there would always be a risk to my other dogs as you were unpredictable due to neurological issues. You would not suit a normal dog owner because you couldn’t be handled very much or ever walked and only coped with a limited amount of contact.
The heartbreak for me was that I loved you dearly, even with all your problems. I laughed at your little habit of sneaking my bras into your crate and hiding them or when you peaked out at me from behind a bush or watched me through the glass. I was occasionally able to give you a quick cuddle and I honestly thought you were really learning to love a little affection. You’d become prepared to walk within a few feet of me without panicking, quite often. I had watched your tiny steps of progress with delight and although I knew you couldn’t be rehomed, I was committed to keeping you. I know that you loved and trusted me too and when I took you to my vet for the last time, I felt that I was totally betraying you. You were only 2 yrs old, it was so unfair.
Sienna, in a different time and place I would never have had to let you go, I am so very sorry. Please know that I’ll always love you and every part of me wishes that things could have been different.
You have taken a piece of my heart with you.
Love you always, Jane
Mitch - the sweetheart 6 year old Greyhound - RIP
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Sad to say that Mitch deteriorated fast and vet recommended we put him to sleep due to inoperable health issues.
Big thank you to Julie his foster carer who gave him what was probably the best month of his life!
Mitch is very quiet since being in foster care, they have only ever heard him bark once and that was only two or three yaps then he stopped. And, only because the other four dogs were at the side fence barking at the horses.
Mitch is very affectionate, loves a pat and a cuddle. He stands beside you and puts his head on your lap.
Mitch gets all excited after going 'potty' outside when he is excitedly told he is a good boy. He runs circles one way, then circles the other way before having a run around the yard to show his pleasure. He has never tried to jump the fence either.
He will eat whatever he is given, loves bones, loves sardines, loves treats. Only thing is he sometimes eats his breakfast bikkies too fast [inhales them] and has to expel [cough] them out before eating more.
He is a big dreamer. And he twitches and moans a lot in his sleep. He also makes a lot of 'tut, tut, tut' noises. He loves the recliner chair even though he can hardly fit into it, bottom up on one arm, very cute.
He is friendly with all dogs that we have come across so far. Not a growl or bad look from him towards any of them. He is extremely gentle and shows no sign of aggression at all.
Mitch loves playing chasey, especially with dogs of a similar size. He went to visit seven whippets that he had never met before and within minutes he was wanting to play.He will play with the littlies but more gently.
He is not interested in cats at all other than to have a gentle sniff if they allow it. His foster family have two cats and he has shown no sign of wanting to chase them, even in the beginning when they ran because they were scared of him due to his size. Now that they realise that he is no threat, they won't even move when he walks past them.
He walks reasonably well on a lead, he doesn't walk beside you but he doesn't pull either.
Still undecided about being toilet trained as his foster family don't have a big enough doggy door for him to use. He has used a friends larger one, with encouragement. He needs access to outside for toileting during the night as he cannot hold on all night, but he will tolerate a belly band. He is beginning to learn to 'go potty' on command.
Murphy (Italian Greyhound who has his own profile) and Mitch are beautiful, gentle dogs who were surrendered to a shelter due to a broken home. They love each other and Murphy loves to stand under Mitch – probably for a bit of warmth.
Mitch is very affectionate, loves a pat and a cuddle. He stands beside you and puts his head on your lap.
Mitch gets all excited after going 'potty' outside when he is excitedly told he is a good boy. He runs circles one way, then circles the other way before having a run around the yard to show his pleasure. He has never tried to jump the fence either.
He will eat whatever he is given, loves bones, loves sardines, loves treats. Only thing is he sometimes eats his breakfast bikkies too fast [inhales them] and has to expel [cough] them out before eating more.
He is a big dreamer. And he twitches and moans a lot in his sleep. He also makes a lot of 'tut, tut, tut' noises. He loves the recliner chair even though he can hardly fit into it, bottom up on one arm, very cute.
He is friendly with all dogs that we have come across so far. Not a growl or bad look from him towards any of them. He is extremely gentle and shows no sign of aggression at all.
Mitch loves playing chasey, especially with dogs of a similar size. He went to visit seven whippets that he had never met before and within minutes he was wanting to play.He will play with the littlies but more gently.
He is not interested in cats at all other than to have a gentle sniff if they allow it. His foster family have two cats and he has shown no sign of wanting to chase them, even in the beginning when they ran because they were scared of him due to his size. Now that they realise that he is no threat, they won't even move when he walks past them.
He walks reasonably well on a lead, he doesn't walk beside you but he doesn't pull either.
Still undecided about being toilet trained as his foster family don't have a big enough doggy door for him to use. He has used a friends larger one, with encouragement. He needs access to outside for toileting during the night as he cannot hold on all night, but he will tolerate a belly band. He is beginning to learn to 'go potty' on command.
Murphy (Italian Greyhound who has his own profile) and Mitch are beautiful, gentle dogs who were surrendered to a shelter due to a broken home. They love each other and Murphy loves to stand under Mitch – probably for a bit of warmth.
