Berlin part II: Touristing

Meet the love of my life

World, this is Lui. Lui, this is world. Lui is a 4 month old (born on the 27th of March 2014) Cairn Terrier/Fox Terrier mix, but he's mostly Cairn Terrier. And sorry if you thought this was about you, Sean ;-)

Since mum made it clear that she would be okay with a dog in the house again, I've searched high and low for someone who could be my best friend. I looked daily on the various websites where people put up things and animals for sales, I was a member of 7 different groups on Facebook with animals seeking homes, but I didn't find any dog I liked, and when I did they were WAAAY over my price range or just too far away. I mean if it's on Sjælland that would easily be 400 kr in petrol and then 400-something kr to cross the fucking bridge (Yes, in Denmark you pay to go to another side of Denmark)

But Saturday afternoon I was looking and looking and there he was. Lui. Well, his other name was Olli but we felt like since he was getting a new family, we would give him a new name. And I prefer Lui, Lui is a great name!

I contacted the person who put him up on the site asking if he was still for sale, and in the matter of 2 hours I had set up to meet Lui the next day. It was insanely fast. Yesterday we went an hour away to go look at him, and needless to say it was love at first sight. So we took him home.

It was a bit stressful, for both dog and I. He was a bit overwhelmed, which is natural, I mean he just left what had been his home for a bit over a month. There's been a few peeing inside accidents but he's getting better at it. He's a very active and happy little boy, which is good for me too. It keeps me going, forces me to keep going.

He loves chasing leaves, butterflies and birds. He also loves eating random worms on the ground, going for walks, sniff EVERYTHING, stick his head through the fence, having his belly and ears rubbed, playing with his ball, nibble fingers and toes, kiss chins and sleep in the most inconvenient places (like door way and in front of all the shoes or my wardrobe doors)

I'm so happy. I'm knackered but I'm so happy. I went outside on my own (without being obligated too, I have to go to a meeting once a week, but it's forced) for the first time since Buster passed away and I enjoyed it. I feel much safer when my mum or brother leaves. I have a sense of purpose, I need to be good to take good care of Lui, and I will do about anything to make sure he's safe and happy.

So yeah, I have a little rascal now. I'm a mummy!!!

 

How much is that doggy in the window.....

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I've always loved animals. Dogs in particular. Even as a young baby I adored my grandparents big golden retriever kind of dog. I was 8 when we got Buster, and he was the best thing that had happened in a long time to me. And we bonded especially in the last 2 years. So losing him was.. I have no words for it.

But it's soon been four months, and my family and I have (FINALLY) opened our hearts and are searching for a new buddy!!!

We want a dog, not a puppy, which is hard to come buy surprisingly. I need to find more shelters but they're not a huge thing here in Denmark or they simply aren't anywhere near where my family lives.

But we're keeping our hearts and eyes wide open. I want this dog more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. So we hope the right dog will show up at some point very soon. I'll keep you guys updated in our dog journey!

Dogs are not our whole lives, but they make our lives whole.

Recently my dog, Buster, has not been feeling well. He's been looking rather blown up around the stomach area, has been panting a lot, hasn't been interested in food or water and when he got over excited, he would fall into a cramp like attack. We thought he was just having a moment, because he had something similar before - we rushed to the vet and he said it was low blood sugar, and this was over a year ago - but it continued. Today, 23rd of August, we went to the vet because both my mother and I were getting very worried about our little furry friend. First the vet, a she this time, went through the normal check up, only to find out he was fine. She luckily understood the seriousness, that we were convinced something was wrong with Buster, and she took him in for a blood test and scan. We waited at the vets for around an hour before another vet came out. She explained that Buster's liver was expanded and there's a leak in his heart chamber which causes blood to flow out and sit around the heart - which explains why he looks so blown up and when his heart beats faster, like when he gets excited, it takes so much energy on the heart and he faints.

The vet told us that they could drain the blood out and see how he is, or the only other option was to put him down. Buster has been with us for 10 years. He means a lot to us, so of course we wanted them to at least try and see what happens then. So he's staying over night. The vet called us not long ago, saying it went well, Buster is taking it well, and tomorrow the vet who's working will check up on him and hopefully he'll come home. But. Here comes the but part. But he needs a check up in a week to see if the blood floods out again. If it does, there's not much chance for him to live much longer without suffering. The vet also told us not to be overly optimistic.

And it's really taking it's toll on me. Buller is my best friend. He cuddles with me when I cry, he gets so excited when I come home. He may be loud, smelly, weird, grumpy and a tiny bit annoying, but he's my dog. He's my brother's dog and my mum's dog. We love him. And I'm so fucking scared to lose him. We got him a year after my grandfather died, and of course he couldn't replace grandpa, but it helped the healing process.

And now I have to accept the fact that I might lose my little puppy. (He's not a puppy, I know, but he's a puppy baby to me. Just an 11 year old puppy) And it's really hard. I have to adjust to not having Sean here, I have to accept not seeing him for 8 months. And a lot of other mentally draining things are happening in my life right now, and then this happens.

Any other dog - or even just any kind of pet - owners will know my pain. Dogs aren't just dogs. They are friends, life partners, soulmates. They love you no matter what. And you love them. They are a family member. And I'm scared I'll lose a family member. But I'm hoping for the best. I hope the little fighter of a dog I have, will make it. I hope with all my heart he'll be okay.

I know there's been a lot of personal posts lately, but it is after all my blog. But please send a thought to my little Buller. Hope with me. I'm not even religious but if you are, send a prayer. Thank you for reading.