Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 12:45 am Post subject: My very own special tribute to my wonderful Puds
Our wonderful amazing boy
Mummy and Daddy will never forget that wet December day you came crashing into our lives nearly two years ago, and changed our lives forever for the better. You even gave us a drama on your first day, you decided that you wasn't hanging around to be passed from stranger to stranger and took off up the motorway, you caused such a stir, you had so many police men after you. You had fallen down a ditch and your hips wouldn't let you climb out, Puds, it was the one and only time i thanked God for your bad hips.
Thank goodness they found you, but you had done it again, they had fallen in love with you, and didn't want to hand you back.
Once we got you home the first thing we noticed was your love for tea! From that day on every time you went visiting anyone you always asked for your cuppa
It wasn't long before you had your first tests on your hips, and we had terrible news, you had such bad hips and would need operations to fix them, you needed new hips boy.
A vet called Hugh, who soon became one of your favourite people said he would do the ops for you.
We started fund raising, you become famous, our precious lad you made all the local tabloids and even radio, all to raise money so that your bad legs could become new.
After a few hard months and thanks to many wonderful people all willing to help you, the funds where in place and Hugh had the equipment to start.
On the 10th May 2007 you had your first operation. As usual you was so brave, you took it all in your stride. The operation took 6 hours, and Hugh said you did amazing. A few weeks later we got married, and your wonderful savour Lorraine gave us the best wedding present in the world.......you.... as a forever foster dog. You have no idea how delighted we were.
You went from strength to strength, until one day about six weeks after your first op, you was lay peacefully at my feet as you always did and rose to see you dad in the other room, ( you always shared your love). You cried out and started to limp. You went back to see Hugh the next day and was treated for what we all hoped was just a pulled muscle.
Unfortunately my boy, it wasn’t to be, your new cup had moved and Uncle Hugh would need to do your operation again.
The second time round wasn’t so easy for you, we noticed straight away things didn't seem right. You didn’t go from strength to strength this time, you cried so much and wasn’t our wonderful happy chap you always were.
It was decided the best thing for you baby was to take the new hip away, so you had surgery yet again
Over the next year you did so well, you always had your little strange way of walking, but you loved your walks, you camping holidays but most of all your swimming, oh how you enjoyed to swim. You would always makes us laugh we we threw the ball to you and other dogs, you was never fast enough to chase them for the ball so you would sit where you knew i was going to throw it, my boy you always got that ball first in the end. And would you give the begger back .
When ever we bought home a new foster dog, it was you that showed them the ropes, you happily moved over, but never off the sofa for them to curl up with you, when God made you sweet boy he really did create an angel.
A few short week ago you started to limp didn’t you Puds, when had moved to Devon, so we had to find a new vet for you. Sadly Pudsey you needed metacam again. But once on the pain killer you were back on your feet again.
Five days ago you became so poorly, we took you to your new vet for help, why oh why sweet baby could they, and would not help you. But you hung on with all your strength and we took you to see your Uncle Hugh, 250 mils away,but you hadn’t the strength any more to carry on, the angels took you our baby, too early, to soon
Why baby why.
Now you are at the bridge there another star in the sky, it’s the brightest one we see every night.
Nothing we say sweet Puds seems to be enough to say how much you mean to us, we will be with us forever in our broken hearts
Good night Pudsey, and until we met again be happy and keep wagging that tail of yours.
Oh Den , that was so lovely, a fitting tribute to a gorgeous boy. It was an honour to help with the fundraising for him, & such a pleasure to have met him. I'm sure sure Scrumpy will be taking him under his wing at the bridge, & both will be sharing their memories of trips to Brean, which to us both will now never be the same. Love & Hugs to both you & Phil x
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