Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

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Guest Bog Post From Monty, Quilting by Aunt Sandy

Hi, my name is Monty and I’m a guest blogger here on sanseilife.

I don’t know if you remember my earlier post, it was about these potholders my Aunt Sandy makes where you can place a bowl in the center and put them in the microwave.  If your bowl bubbles over the potholder catches the goo.

Well one day my mom was using one of these and her bowl bubbled over and the potholder caught all the goo.  When mom wasn’t looking I stole the potholder and ate it and it was delicious.

My Aunt Sandy made mom these replacement potholders, aren’t they lovely? I can hardly wait to steal another one I’m sure it’ll be delicious.
What else is my Auntie up to?  Quilting!!
Her new plan is using variegated thread, she loves the outcome.  I do too.   Even though I’m a dog and color blind I can tell this is awesome!here is a square before and after quilting. And tada, all put together.

I love having such a talented Auntie.

Making dog food tonight

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Ground bison and wild Atlantic salmon.
Free range chicken cooked in the pressure cooker until the bones were soft  and safe for my doggies to eat, about one and half hours.

Organic carrots kale and spinach and fresh peaches from the Western Slope of Colorado.
Brown rice, red rice and amaranth grain.

Oops, forgot to take a picture of some eggs I scrambled and added and oatmeal soak up some of the excess liquid.

Whew!  I think I have time for peanut butter jelly sandwich and a glass of wine, yay!

Guest Blog Post Monty, My Human Brother’s Sock

Hi my name is Monty and I am a regular guest blogger here on sanseilife.   My story today?  My human brother’s sock.

I have three brothers. Rommy, Roscoe and the human aka Treat Master.

Treat Master visited recently and I found a sock he left behind!   There is a reason it looks like this and it’s because I’ve been carrying it around for days.

He doesn’t come often enough and he doesn’t stay long enough when he does come, I miss him terribly.

I think mom misses him too so when she saw me carrying around his sock she let me keep it because I wasn’t chewing it up. I think she understands that his scent is like perfume to my brain and it’s a wonderful wonderful feeling, almost like having him here with me!

I am hoping for Treat Master to come soon for  another visit. I know he’ll be especially pleased I didn’t chew up his sock!

 

 

Make My Day Beagle Daddy!

 

 

 

Guest Blog Post Monty, My Human Brother

Hi my name is Monty and I am a regular guest blogger here on sanseilife.   My story today?  My human brother.

I have three brothers. Rommy, Roscoe and the human.

We can’t remember his human name but we call him Treat Master because he’s the only one of the four of us that can open this container:

He is also the only of my brothers that will cuddle me and let me snuggle. He likes naps almost as much as I do.

When mom says “What are you boys up to?” he’s included in the pack!

 

Guest blog post Roscoe: Addison’s Disease Update

Hi my name is Roscoe and I am a guest blogger here on sanseilife with an update on living with Addison’s disease.

When my mom rescued me from Colorado Puppy Rescue they told her that I had been found on the streets alone, at less than six weeks old.

I was skin and bones, you could see my backbones even though they had been feeding me for several days so I must’ve been really in bad shape when they found me.   Thank goodness I don’t remember much of it.

I’ve been sick a lot.  Even before my diagnosis of Addison’s disease. One thing that was strange was I never had much fur and Mom never needed to brush me.

Since I have been on my hormone replacement injections every month I’ve been feeling much better and my fur has been growing like crazy!

I haven’t let her brush me since my fur started to thicken and after over a year I was really scruffy. Because of my delicate temperament from being a stray as a young puppy mom has a soft spot and if I put my paw down she relents.

Finally she was able to talk me into a partial grooming (she let me sit in her chair while she sat on the footstool) and I let her do about one third of my body  before I got bored and put my paw  down.  She  got enough fur to make a whole new puppy  – a mini me  – a mini Roscoe!

Don’t tell mom but it actually kind of felt good until I got anxious and had to put a stop to it. I’ll probably let her do it again but  she’ll have to give me another premium treat.

I haven’t decided what I’m going to hold out for, I have pretty heavy paws  and mom is a pretty big wimp so I can get a premium treat of some kind if I keep patient.

I’ll keep you posted dear readers.

Oh by the way that’s just part of a snack on my nose not another disease!

Guest blog post Roscoe: Living with Addison’s Disease

 

Hi my name is Roscoe and I am a guest blogger here on sanseilife. My story?

I have a life threatening condition called Addison’s Disease.

It started out a couple of years ago where I just was not feeling well.  My mom took me to the emergency vet and they did blood tests.  Nothing.  I was at the regular vet several times over the next couple of weeks for more tests including blood tests. Nothing.

Mom was really worried about me.  She would wake up and check on me constantly. One morning she checked on me about 6am.  She was exhausted and fell back to sleep but my brother Monty woke her up barking a little after 7am.  He ran down the hall and led her to me.  I was unconscious.  Affectionately known as an Addisonian Crisis!

Mom is not much bigger than me but she picked me up (90lbs of loving fur) and carried me to the car and rushed me to the emergency vet.  The vet that was on duty took one look at me and said “I know what is wrong with him, I’ve seen this before, he needs a shot immediately, if we wait for test results you are going to lose him.  Its not cheap.”

Mom said without batting an eye “Give him the shot. I am not worried about the cost.”  Within an hour of the shot and after being put on intravenous fluids I was starting to come out of the coma and that was when I learned I had Addison’s Disease.

Addison’s disease is caused by a lower than normal production of hormones, such as cortisol, by the adrenal glands. Adrenal hormones are necessary to control salt, sugar and water balance in the body.  I had all the classic symptoms of weakness, no appetite, diarrhea, depression and anxiousness but I was atypical and every blood test came back normal.

It is not known what happens to the adrenal glands, perhaps it is auto immune or a tumor.  I have had an ultrasound and the tumor was ruled out.

Whats my prognosis?  A happy and healthy life if the Addison’s is kept under control.  I get a shot of mineralocorticoid or hormones every 28 days.  I also get a small amount of prednisone each morning.  If a lot of excitement is going on around me Mom will give me an additional dose of prednisone in the evening.

I don’t want to think about what would happen if I didn’t get my regular medication, like the emergency vet said, Mom would lose me.

At first I had regular blood tests to monitor electrolytes and gradually reduce the dosage of my shot each month.  When I first was getting the shot it must have been way too much as I was always thirsty and extremely hungry.  The dosage has been reduced quite a bit and now I am just regular hungry!

The cost of my monthly shot used to be over $110 but since my vet and my Mom have been gradually reducing the dosage I am now at about $75 per month.  The prednisone is about $20 per month.  Mom says I am worth every penny, she gave up Starbucks and doesn’t eat out as often to cover my medications.

I really owe my life to Monty though.  How did he know that he needed to wake Mom up immediately?  Although he is a stinker and pesters me to play with him every chance he gets I always remember that he saved my life and usually relent and give him the attention he deserves.  (Sometimes if Mom is not paying attention I let him have some of my meal, just a bite or two because I love him!)

Guest blog post Brody: “Thanks to my Gramma”

 

Hi my name is Brody and I am a guest blogger here on sanseilife. My story?

I am blind.  When my Mom and Dad go out of town they won’t leave me with just anyone.  I always stay with my “Gramma Bev”.  She works hard to make her home my home and a safe and secure place for a sightless small individual.

I wanted to thank her publicly for all she does to make me feel so welcome when I visit.

I never feel lonely or scared with Gramma Bev, only happy happy happy!

 

Guest blog post Roscoe: “My neighbor Captain”

 

Hi my name is Roscoe and I am a guest blogger here on sanseilife. My story?

We have a new neighbor.  He is a beagle named Captain.  He has this irresistible baying sound he makes.  I tease him at the fence to hear him bay until his owner comes out to yell at him to stop.

Hi, I’m Captain.

Sometimes when Roscoe and I hear sirens we like join in and alert the whole neighborhood.  I bay and Roscoe howls until both our owners come out and yell at us to stop.