| Notes: | Cody was born March 4, 1997 in a litter of 6, the only male. He was our wedding present, I requested a male, so he truely was a gift from God. He won several IOW on The Terrier Club website, and I even looked all the way back yesterday to revisit those special pictures of our little crazy white dog. He was a joy in our house, he followed me everywhere, upstairs, downstairs, bathroom, shower, it didn't matter, he was always there behind me or in my lap. There is such a hole missing in our home and lives now. My parents owned his mom, Chelsey, and also still have his half-brother, Murphy. Chelsey passed away early at 8 years old from an enlarged heart, so i knew the risk was always there. On January 17th, when I got home, Cody was having a hard time catching his breath. I took him to the vet and x-rays showed he had an enlarged heart and liver, which didn't leave him much lung space. The vet put him on a heart med and prednisone, and was optimistic that the meds would help him breathe easier. Tuesday, Jan 18th, was his first day of meds, and by evening, he was having an even harder time breathing then before. He steadily worsened. We took him to his bed he has had since he was a puppy. He laid there with his by his side for over an hour, until God took him home peacefully. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to endure in my life. To lose him so suddenly and unexpectedly just tore my heart out. His brother, Bullet, a blue heeler who is 12 almost 13, is still here and it's apparent he is too feeling the loss of Cody. I pray he lives a good while yet, as I can't bear to go thru this again anytime soon. In time, I would love to open our hearts up to another Westie, because not having my lap dog, my shadow, the dark little eyes hidden in the white fluffy face, is missing, and it's so difficult. |
