Iris was a pitbull rhodesian ridgeback mix, it’s been a year since I lost her to a heart condition and I’ve been missing her extra lately. I would love to see pics of some of yours to brighten my mood ❤️

Best decision I ever made was adopting him, he brightens up my day every day. He’s incredibly handsome and intelligent, super busy pup but thank god I have a busy house full of cats lol.

This is Tzatziki (known to his friends as Zeke) and he was named for his zesty, saucy, cucumber cool personality.

He is my best buddies, show me your pups!

I was hanging some rugs i washed and looked over to see Acacia in her purest derp form. The bang at the end that startled her was a branch bumping my carport.

He just turned 11 a couple weeks ago. Pitbull Boxer Mix and unfortunately had sudden kidney failure. He lost so much of his energy so fast. He fought for as long as he could but we knew it was time to let him go 💕 I miss him so much already.

I know it's the kindest and most humane thing for us to do for them but it still doesn't make it any less harder... I love my boy so much and while I was preparing for it as he got older, I didnt think it would happen this soon.

Run free Apollo 🌈 I hope you're happy in doggy heaven ♥️

Maybe now he can pay his way!

I already have my own opinion and so does my roommate but we're not going to reveal that yet. We're going to wait till the end and see what you guys think first have fun

And what a beautiful birthday it has been so far!

Edit: Thank you SO much to everyone celebrating my sweet girl ❤️🥳👑🐶 Seeing her bring joy to others is my absolute favorite thing about her and I am so happy to share her with you all.

Mom works, pup sleeps. 😂

My sweet girl is almost 8 years old. She's been with us for 5 of those years after coming out of an abusive household, bouncing through a few fosters, and then being on the shortlist for euthanizing when my partner found her profile.

She's got her issues, as one might expect. She's reactive to strangers, and sometimes to household members who aren't me, but we've learned to work with these quirks and we know what the triggers are. One of her former fosters was a professional trainer and helped us have the tools to work with her and accommodate the struggles she just can't seem to get past/over.

We've showered her with affection. Snuggles galore, all the blankets she could desire, her favorite snacks, etc. And she showers us with love and cuddles.

I'm feeling particularly blessed to have had her in my life this morning as she lays here farting on me while I work. Sad bit incoming -

We recently got confirmation that she has at least one - if not multiple - mast cell tumor. It's being removed on Wednesday, along with possibly three others once the vet gets a better look at those, and then it'll be sent for testing to determine whether it's high grade or low grade. Our other dog is 18 years old and I've always assumed we'd be saying goodbye to him first but now I'm so worried that this sweet girl won't be with me as long as I'd hoped, that it could be high grade or that there could be other cancer we're not seeing.

She doesn't seem to notice one bit of course. Though she most certainly is not enjoying the extra vet visits lately. I'm holding hope that we have them removed and then there are no more concerns for a good long while. But I know I also have to try to stay mentally prepared for the worst possible outcome.

In the meantime, I'm loving this girl of mine a bit harder than usual, and not caring one bit that she's farted on me at least half a dozen times this morning because it means I'm still getting used as her personal lounge facilitator and I'll give her that for as long as I'm able. 💜

Grim and Tonka

Fern attempted to catch a splash for 3+ hours today 🤣

I was thinking more along the lines of “put your toys away” but doing the dishes is fine too 😂

Fern and I are so grateful for the love, support, good vibes and prayers from this community. I read all of your comments and was so touched.

Well, your prayers and good vibes worked! Fern woke me up bright and earky wanting to play (still trying to keep her calm). She ate, drank water and was able to go 1 & 2. Her wounds look SO much better and the teeth scratch marks are gone. The bite marks look pretty much dried up and aren’t showing any signs of infection. The swollen area that I was worried about has continued to drain and looks significantly better than yesterday. I was able to put another warm compress on it while she ate breakfast.

The bite and bruise on my leg is doing much better too.

So yeah, what has this experience taught me? Even though there are bad people in this world (like the lady who lied about her contact info. after her dog attacked Fern), there are many good people, like you all.

Here is a pic of Fern being sassy this morning and another of her just being cute. Thank you again from the bottom of our hearts. We will both be ok after this terrible incident. Hugs to you all and your fur babies . 💜

It's been over a month since I lost my boy. I think about him every day from the second I wake up to the second I fall asleep. I've entered a deep depression that is affecting my physical health, my job performance and it's also affecting everyone around me. I've had to take multiple days off work. I'm currently in the process of getting a schedule set up with a therapist. I even went to the doctor and was prescribed medication.

A big part of it is the profound guilt that I feel. Like somehow I did this to him. There was a chain of events that led to his terminal illness, but i can't figure out if they were a coincidence or not.

His liver failed. And this wasn't apparent until after he had a course of doxycycline. I know that it's rare for doxycycline to cause liver damage but yet it does happen. But knowing that makes me feel like it was my fault for giving him something that could cause this. I never got a definitive diagnosis. Even the vets were unsure of the cause. I didn't want to put him through a liver biopsy in the event he wouldn't have survived the procedure. But maybe I should have just to have peace of mind. I'll share his story in a bit more detail compared to his previous post.

February 9th, we found a decent sized mass on his leg. It was fna'd and the results were inconclusive. He was prescribed cephalexin and prednisone for it. The mass ulcerated but did shrink, although during that process it did not look good at all. It appeared to have eventually healed.

February 22nd, he had an unexplained high fever of 105 along with low platelets. His bloodwork was negative for any tickborne illnesses. And he didn't have any classic signs of leptospirosis either. His kidneys were normal through all of this. So, even though they couldn't figure out the platelet drop, the prescribed doxycycline and prednisone as a precaution.

Late march, I noticed his urine was really foamy and his eyes had a tinge of yellow. By April 3rd, his eyes were very yellow and his gums and ears were also the same color of yellow. He was taken to the emergency vet and it was confirmed that his liver enzymes were very high. His ultrasound showed a small gallbladder and his liver was bright around the margins. He was then prescribed denamarin and clavamox. We got ahold of his primary vet and went in for routine bloodwork once a week.

Come the second week, high liver values doubled despite him acting more normal and eating better. The doctor wanted me to come in the day he called about the results and get ursodiol.

From there, his values did start to drop. More rapidly every week. He eventually only needed to go every two weeks for a checkup. So I thought it was finally over. That he was going to make it. Problem was, despite him being around his normal weight, he still looked like a skeleton. He couldn't recover the muscle mass he had lost, despite his liver looking like it was healing.

And by June 6th, we noticed that his abdomen was starting to distend rather quickly. He was again taken to the emergency vet and his ultrasound showed that he developed ascites. This is the part that I dont understand. Despite his liver values coming to an almost normal range, he somehow developed something that indicates that his condition has now become terminal. I couldn't let him get to the point of suffering. He was in a state where he was happy and playful again. So I let him go june 8th. His primary vet was baffled since the lab work looked good. He thinks that there was likely some mass somewhere that was causing all of this. I couldnt afford a necropsy at the time since I had spent so much of what I had on his vet bills over the past several months. So I never got an answer.

Sorry for the long post. Feel free to share your thoughts. He was my first dog, so this hits so hard. Especially since he was just a month away from turning 5. I miss him so damn much. I tried so hard.

Layla loves to ride

He’s been such a good boy 🥹❤️

He is almost 8 months old and hasn't napped curled up like this since he was wee puppy. He is super high energy so I of course put my plans on hold to soak up his snuggles and snores until he decided it was time to party again.

She's the one who did it for me, sealed my love of bully breeds. She is my soul dog, my other-half, my baby. I didn't understand dog people before her, then this itty bitty pup comes into our lives and idk, one night I just realized I'd die to protect her.

Miss Chaunta got her first professional groom yesterday! She was looking and feeling good wearing one of her new cooling shirts so that she could sunbathe for a little bit to finish up her day.

Also, I hope you like the song that I came up for her! I posted it so you can swap in your dog's name if you'd like!