The last couple of weeks have been hard for me personally. As you know, my business name is 2 Hounds Design. What you may not know, is it is named after my two dogs, 11 year old sibling American Staffordshire Terriors, Lingz & People. They have been together since birth and at times have been my lifeline.
In March People was diagnosed with bladder cancer and was put on chemo meds. About 2 months ago, he was put on narcotics to help him relax at night and ease the pain he was in when he'd try to pee. People (aka 'Booboo') was still full of life and wanting to play if a puppy came along or his sister started teasing him. After a talk with the vet I felt relieved to hear it wasn't People's time yet.
A month and a half ago, Lingz tore her cruciate ligament (in the right rear hind knee) and had surgery to repair it. Her recovery was very fast and the vet/surgeon was impressed. Lingz had a final appointment with the surgeon last Friday. Two days before she presented lame in her right front, but she was baring weight so I figured I'd wait till her Friday morning appointment. Friday morning she couldn't stand let alone walk. My husband was off from work, thankfully, so he could carry her (60 lbs). We rushed to the vet...and after having xrays done were told she had bone cancer.
It was clear she was in sever pain. We put Lingz on narcotics and brought her home for the weekend. I spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday in bed holding my babies. Monday at 2:00 the vet and assistant came to the house and with Lingz and People beside me on the couch, heads in my hands, they were put down together.
I've been lost since. I hear them all the time, I expect to trip over them every time I turn around. I'm terrified of the day when I don't remember what they felt like, smelled like. They used to sleep a lot on the couch in the living-room...so I can lay there and smell them (no they were not stinky...they each had their own sweetish smell).
Having their ashes back is a small comfort, they were cremated together and never seperated thanks to the amazing Doctors and Staff at East Oshawa Animal Hospital and the Crematorium, Gateway in Guelph.
My kids have been with their Grandparents and are coming home today. I've not talked to anyone but my husband, and even him I've talked very little to, about my babe's and what is going on in my head.
Wednesday I got in my truck and drove. I found myself at Ste. Anne's Spa and Inn. Thankfully, they had a room for me. Meals and afternoon tea were included, so I had my first meal in a few days. The staff at Ste. Anne's was amazing and I had time for self reflection and have thankfully gotten rid of the guilt I had.
There was a dog hanging around Ste. Anne's (Old Smokey from the chicken farm down the road) who knew all the trails on the 500 Arce property. Old Smokey took me for a hike and helped me realize that I could have another dog some day in my life, where before I swore I'd never allow myself to go through this pain again.
I thought I'd just delete this and just post a brief announcemet but couldn't bear to for some reason. Probably in some weird way I feel it will help to preserve my beautiful babies memory.
Anyway...that's where I've been. I've had this blog saved in Draft for almost a week now. Craig's new group 'Stagers Coffee Clutch' seemed an appropriate place to finally put this.
You guys are amazing! 
Dane, This is Dessie a few months before we lost her. I never thought I could love another dog like I loved her! 
This was taken in the last year of his life. He grew grey yet as loving as the day we got him.
I hope it has been theraputic for you as well. We lost our girl just over two years ago and although we have three dogs now, I think of her every day. The picture of Lingz and People is phenomenal.
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