Comfort for when our best friend departs…

 

Dog’s Purpose, (from a 6-year-old)

Being a veterinarian, I had been called
to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named
Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their
little boy,Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were
hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying
of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything
for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia
procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they
thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to
observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something
from the experience
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat
as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so
calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I
wondered if he understood what was going on.
Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition
without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together
for a while after Belker’s death, wondering aloud
about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than
human lives.
 Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ‘I know why.’

 

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his
mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.
    

He said, ‘People are born so that they can learn how
to live a good life — like loving everybody all the
time and being nice, right?’ The six-year-old continued, ‘Well, dogs already know how
to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

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Maggie’s progress report

Maggie is feeling somewhat better today.  She is still a bit unstable and requires help up and down off of the couch or even the steps to the back yard, but at least we don’t have to carry her everywhere. I think she is going to be alright…<big sigh>.   

Today, I got up and took Blu for a walk. She sure was frisky too. I think she is eating up all this extra attention she is getting on these walks without the mags.  She almost tore my shirt sleave off today as she played her favorite game of “big game hunter”.  And she is really sneaky.  Just when you are not expecting an attack, there she is with her mouth around your wrist attempting to wrestle you down to the ground.  OH lord…Heidi has school tonight too.  So Blu will be ready for a walk after work.  Having a Husky is never having a steady bed time…everything is on the dogs terms.

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A bad weekend for Maggie

maggie is the White Husky/somoyed mixMaggie is the white samoyed/husky mix

Maggie had a really bad weekend.  The poor dog woke us all up at 3 AM when she stumbled into some furniture trying to get to her water dish.  She is an old dog now at 14 years old which makes her about 72 in dog years.  My wife woke me up out of a sound sleep to let me know that she just threw up and was stumbling around. So I got up to check on poor Maggie.  When I looked into her eyes, I saw them going side to side like a pendulum.  She was very weak in the rear legs and kept stumbling around unable to keep her balance.  I stayed up with her the rest of the night and called the Vet the next morning as soon as they opened.

The Vet was booked until Monday, so we made the appointment and prayed that it was just some virus that was kicking her butt and not something serious.  The whole day Saturday and Sunday, we had to help our daughter move from their appartment to their new home, so there was not much time to baby poor Maggie. She stayed under my computer desk which is her haven or out on the porch up on the lawn furniture both days with little change in her condition. She did stop vomiting however.

So today we finally got to the Vet.  Dr Leck is a wonderful Vet.  He gave Maggie a very good physical examination, took some blood tests, checked her blood pressure, and then came up with his diagnosis.  We were ready for the very bad news that she would have to be put down and were on the verge of tears.  But the doctor told us that he believes she has a simple case of an inner ear infection.  He said it was common in older dogs. And it is like a severe case of vertigo in humans.  It makes you dizzy and stumble.  It makes you nauseous and causes you to lean and fall to one side or the other.  Just in case, he also wanted to do a couple of blood tests to be sure there were on other problems and to double check his diagnosis.  So the vet drew some blood and took her pressure. We got some anti-biotics and some anti-inflammatory pills and took her home. 

The most wonderful thing that happened to me was when I was about to leave for work.  Maggie who did not want to leave her den under my computer desk for the entire weekend, came out to the door to see me off to work which is her usual ritual when she is healthy.  I nearly lost it. I was so happy that tears started to gather in my eyes. The vet cost me a sum total of $387, but to have my special girl see me off to work for another day and to know that she would be around for yet another made it worth every penny.

The True Story of Balto the Siberian Husky

Nome, Alaska appeared on the map during one of the world’s great gold rushes at the end of the century. Located on the Seward Peninsula, by 1900 the town’s population had swelled to 20, 000 after gold was discovered on beaches along the Bearing Sea. By 1925, however, much of the gold was gone, and scarcely 1, 400 people were left in the remote nothern outpost. Nome was icebound seven months of the year and the nearest railroad was more than 650 miles away, in the town of Nenana.

 

Nome was able to communicate with the rest of the world via the radio telegraph, a relatively new invention in those days. And, although Alaska was still a U.S. Territory until 1959, the government maintained a route over which relays of dog teams carried mail from Anchorage to Nome. A one-way trip along this route, called the Iditerod Trail, took about a month and the “mushers” that traversed the trail were the best in Alaska.

 

A Race For Life!

On January 20, 1925, a radio signal went out, flashing for miles across the frozen tundra:

Nome calling... Nome calling... We have
an outbreak of diphtheria... No
Serum... Urgently need help... Nome
calling... Nome calling...

Nome’s only doctor had diagnosed cases of diphtheria, an extremely contageous disease affecting the throat and lungs, which can easily reach epidemic proportions. The Inuit Indians were particularly vulnerable. Whole villiages had been wiped out by earlier epidemics of measles and flu. The frantic search for antitoxin began:

Seattle calling... Seattle calling... Fresh
serum available here... Airplanes standing
by to fly to Nome...

January 25
The long twilight of the arctic winter had settled over Nome. Heavy snow had fallen and temperatures dropped far below zero. These weather conditions were beyond the technical capabilities of early airplanes with open cockpits.

Anchorage calling... Anchorage calling...
300,000 units of serum located
in railway hospital here... Package can be
shipped by train to Nenana... Package
weighs 20 pounds... Could serum be
carried to Nome on Iditerod Trail by
mail drivers and dog teams?

Yes! Even though it was the 20th century, some problems could not be solved with machines. For years the settlers of Alaska had trusted in courageous men and strong dogs. They would trust in them again.

By the next day, three children in Nome had died of diphtheria and more cases had been diagnosed. Time would be a matter of life and death. A relay of dog teams along the Iditerod Trail was quickly organized.

January 27
The serum arrived in Nenana by train, and the relay to the stricken city began. “Wild Bill” Shannon lashed the life-saving cargo to his sled and set off westward. Except for the dogs’ panting and the swooshing of runners on the snow, there were no other sounds on the trail. The temperature was dropping fast. It was 30 degrees below zero when Shannon started. Then it fell to 35 degrees… 40 degrees… 45 degrees… and finally 50 degrees below in the arctic darkness. Shannon rushed on, mindless of the cold, until he handed the serum over to Edgar Kalland in Tolovana, 52 miles from Nenana.

January 28
Kalland, in turn, passed the serum to Dan Green at Manley Hot Springs (31 miles). Green took it to Fish Lake (28 miles), averaging an astonishing nine miles an hour. From Green it passed to Johnny Folger (26 miles). He passed it on to Sam Joseph (34 miles), then to Titus Nikolai (24 miles) and Dave Corning (30 miles).

New snow fell and the wind picked up, creating whiteouts, but on and on the mushers went: Harry Pitka (30 miles), Bill McCarty (28 miles), and Edgar Nollner (24 miles). Eskimo, Indian, and white mushers carried serum in the “Great Race of Mercy.”

The relay teams were challenging the limits of endurance. From frozen hands to frozen hands the serum passed, itself frozen until thawed out in one of the shelters, only to freeze solid again on the trail.

January 30
At Galena, Edgar Nollner gave the serum to his newly married brother, George. The young Indian chanted Athabascan love songs through the wilderness to keep warm in the minus 50° weather. On his 30-mile stretch, Charlie Evans harnessed himself to the sled when two dogs froze on their feet.

The serum passed on to Tommy Patsy (36 miles); Jackscrew, the Koyukuk Indian (40 miles); Victor Anagick (34 miles); Myles Gonangnan (40 miles). Men and dogs used their own bodies to break trail through four-foot snow drifts.

January 31
At Shaktolik, Henry Ivanoff had traveled a half-mile along the trail when his team darted after a reindeer. While untangling the dogs, the Russian Eskimo spotted Leonard Seppala, the greatest musher in the territory, and Togo, one of the territory’s greatest dogs, rushing down the trail. Due to a breakdown in communications, Seppala and his famous Siberian huskies had set out from Nome, 150 miles away, to meet the relay and return with the serum. The serum was handed off to Seppala, who mushed 91 miles to the next relay point.

Each dog on a team has an important position, but it is the leader that must guide them through safely. In addition to having courage and endurance, a leader like Togo must be obediant and have an uncanny instinct to find the trail and sense danger.

As the storm grew more vicious, Seppala was faced with the decision of whether to take a shortcut across frozen, and yet dangerous, Norton Sound or to go around it. Gale-force winds hurled seawater over the ice, which threatened to break up at any moment. But Seppala was confidant of his team, and Togo unearringly led them across the jagged, groaning ice floes to the safety of land. Just three hours later, the ice broke in Norton Sound.

 

February 1
Through blinding snow and hurricane force winds, the desperately needed serum was passed from Seppala to Charlie Olson (25 miles) and then to Gunnar Kaasen. Had Kaasen an inkling of how wild the storm would rage, he would not have chosen Balto to lead his team out of Bluff. Although Balto was one of Seppala’s dogs, he simply was not thought of as a very good leader. But Balto proved his mettle when he plunged into the roaring blizzard, at one point halting to save driver and team from instant death in the Topkok River.

No one believed Kaasen would make it through the storm, so when he arrived at the Safety Shelter, 21 miles from Nome, he found the next driver asleep. The team was running well and so they forged ahead. Their endurance was tested even further when a sudden, fierce blast of wind lifted both sled and dogs into the air. While fighting to right the sled and untangle the team, Kaasen’s heart sunk – the serum was gone! Only after frantically searching the snow with his bare hands did he miraculously find it.

February 2
Before daybreak on February 2, 1925, Balto led Gunnar Kaasen’s team into Nome. The town was saved! Exhausted and nearly frozen after the 53-mile run, Kaasen, Balto and the rest of the mushing team became instant heroes across the United States. The 674-mile trip was made in 1271/2 hours, considered by mushers to be a world’s record.

Forgotten Heroes
The glory showered on the dogs was short-lived. Hollywood movie producer Sol Lesser brought the dogs to Los Angeles and created a 30-minute film, “Balto’s Race to Nome.” Kaasen and his team then toured the U.S. during the summer and fall of 1925. But later Balto and the rest of the dog team were sold to an unknown vaudeville promoter. Two years later, Balto and his famous companions had become lost in the world of sideshows and the whirl of the roaring twenties. It seemed the world had forgotten the “Heroes of Alaska.” Then, on a visit to Los Angeles, Cleveland businessman George Kimble discovered the dogs displayed at a “dime” museum and noticed that they were ill and mistreated. He knew the famous story of Balto and was outraged at seeing this degradation. A deal was struck to buy the dogs for $2, 000 and bring them to Cleveland – but Kimble had only two weeks to raise the sum. The race to save Balto was on!

A Balto fund was established. Across the nation, radio broadcasts appealed for donations. Headlines in The Plain Dealer told of the push to rescue the heroes. Cleveland’s response was explosive. School children collected coins in buckets; factory workers passed their hats; and hotels, stores, and visitors donated what they could to the Balto fund. The Western Reserve Kennel Club gave a needed finantial boost. The people had responded generously. In just ten days the headlines read, “City Smashes Over Top With Balto Fund! Huskies To Be Shipped From Coast at Once!”

On March 19, 1927, Balto and six companions were brought to Cleveland and given a heroes’ welcome in a triumphant parade through the Public Square. The dogs were then taken to the Cleveland Zoo to live out their lives in dignity. It was said that 15, 000 people visited them on their first day there.

Balto died on March 14, 1933, at the age of 11. The husky’s body was mounted at The Cleveland Museum of Natural History, where it has been kept as a reminder of the gallant race against death.

Photo’s and Article from the following WEB site:

http://www.fortunecity.com/boozers/elephant/114/realbal.htm

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Siberian Huskies and Heat


The important point to remember in relation to Arctic breed, is that these breeds were able to survive in the Arctic not only because they could tolerate cold but because more precisely, they could tolerate extremely wide swings of temperature in relation to their body temperature. Therefore, they are also, it appears, better adapted for severely high temperatures. The animal that was selected by living in a temperate climate, that is, one in which the temperature stayed very close to the animal’s body temperature throughout the year, is not only going to be very susceptible to cold weather, but also is going to be more susceptible to severely hot weather which is well over the dog’s body temperature.

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Living with a Siberian Husky:

A Siberian is the most beguiling and loving dog. It has a great zest for life,
boundless love in it’s heart, and a mischievous spirit.
It is classically beautiful,with friendly,spirit-filled eyes.
A husky is most trustworthy around young children and small animals.
It delights in their company and is a loyal wonderful companion for life.
It is not prone to barking, but lets off a characteristic howl
like a singing when making itself heard.
They require low maintenance and do not eat large amounts of food.
They are a very sturdy dog and are wonderful in the sports area
Great in winter sports, they love to pull loads on skis and sleds; even in the summer,
they will always pull and play.

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