SunLee has finally adjusted, completely, to the household. Sorry for the lack of updates. I was computerless for a while. By October, she was moving freely about the house even with the dogs nearby. By November, she was sleeping on the bed, with the dogs and cats. One day I found her sleeping next to Tucker with their backs touching. It seemed he would be her special dog friend. I was so pleased with the harmony of the household. SunLee and ZoZo, the two quietest Siamese ever, have finally started to talk, another good sign.
Sadly, everything changed the day after Thanksgiving. Tucker, my epileptic dog, had a seizure that day. He stopped breathing. I did mouth to snout breathing for him and rushed him to the emergency hospital but they were unable to save him. I was (and still am) heartbroken. I knew his life would likely be shortened due to his severe epilepsy and many meds but I never expected sudden death at 3.5 y/o. Fortunately, I wasn't working that day so I was present when it happened. There is small comfort in that. He had a great day with the "family" and enjoyed his life up to the moment it happened. I don't think he suffered. When I was at the hospital, I was numb. I signed (and paid) to have him cremated. Well, the hospital lost him! When I discovered he had not arrived at the crematorium, I called the hospital. They refused to look for him, denied any responsibility, refused to help in any way. At my insistance, (and pleading), they finally searched their facility. They found him "in the back of their freezer". Since they had no credibility, I was forced to go identify my frozen dog. Did I mention this has been a horrible experience? End of story, he was finally cremated and has returned home.
Sadly, everything changed the day after Thanksgiving. Tucker, my epileptic dog, had a seizure that day. He stopped breathing. I did mouth to snout breathing for him and rushed him to the emergency hospital but they were unable to save him. I was (and still am) heartbroken. I knew his life would likely be shortened due to his severe epilepsy and many meds but I never expected sudden death at 3.5 y/o. Fortunately, I wasn't working that day so I was present when it happened. There is small comfort in that. He had a great day with the "family" and enjoyed his life up to the moment it happened. I don't think he suffered. When I was at the hospital, I was numb. I signed (and paid) to have him cremated. Well, the hospital lost him! When I discovered he had not arrived at the crematorium, I called the hospital. They refused to look for him, denied any responsibility, refused to help in any way. At my insistance, (and pleading), they finally searched their facility. They found him "in the back of their freezer". Since they had no credibility, I was forced to go identify my frozen dog. Did I mention this has been a horrible experience? End of story, he was finally cremated and has returned home.
