Marmol, our Most Beloved Dog, a half Lab. / half ? best Friend, whom I found on the street about 14 years ago ( I believe he is about 15 years old ), is very ill, we are taking him to the Vet today and I feel pretty bad about this time. he has an infecction in his body, and a lump in the groin area, and he smells so bad that I am very very concerned. I am very sad, I, with all the strong temple and all the wisdom and strenght I have developed through the years, I am so very sad and I am already crying.
Marmol, was the True friend who stuck with my young son Jorge when I got divorced, ( Jorge adopted the dog when he was about the same age of the dog ) and Jorge has always said Marmol is his Best Friend in Life and believes that Marmol kept him happy and sane through his most difficult days in Life after the Divorce.
I am just trying to find some force and strenght before we take Marmol to the Vet this afternoon, which I have the sad feeling will be a "one way trip" ( although we will bury Him on our yard with all the due respects ).
I appologize for sharing this story, but I just want to relief some of the grief with all the Good and Decent People on this Forum, which I know has thousands of Dog Buddies.
Again, I appologize for sharing this, but I have to let it out of my heart so I can give my son some force and strenght.
Sorry to hear that, Marmol was definitely in your lives for a reason at that time of chaos. He did his part for you, All dogs do go to Heaven...Thanks for sharing and he would want you guys to remember his good deed....
Nothing to it but to do it.
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Thanks to all.
Marmol is "Hanging in there".
Doctor-Vet says he has a chance to survive because he still eating well. What he has is a really bad skin infection that has eaten a lot of flesh between his rear legs, and he was licking it so hard that he was hurting himself every minute. They say is possible he can survive, but we had to leave him in the Hospital because he needs almost perfect cleanliness and rest. They can provide that better than our yard. So he will stay there as long as the Doc says for now. If the infection stops growing, he can still make it. They put lots of good stuff on his skin, and injections, and is up to his strenght to fight the disease. Doc says he has to be treated awake, because he is too old and weak to survive a sedative. So he is suffering A LOT. Doctor only suggested treatment, so is up to him to fight it and survive. My son Jorge is very optimistic, but also realizes he won`t live for many years if he survives. Jorge is accepting reality, and getting prepared for the worst.
Thanks a million for being supportive, for being there for us.
Will keep you informed.
Sounds like Marmol is getting good care. I worked for a vet for almost 10years and I really believe they know when you're trying to help them feel better. At least he's with dog people when he can't be with you.
I hope he's feeling better and back home soon. I've seen some amazing recoveries.
Im very happy to hear your boy is doing better.Just be sure he doesent continue to hurt.We lost our boy 2 yrs ago and it still hurts.Just enjoy every minute you have with him.Dogs just dont live long enough.Im going to give our girls kisses right now!!!
My thoughts are with you, friend, and it saddens me deeply to hear about Marmols recent struggles.
As a lifelong dog owner and having sent 2 of my best friends on already, seeing that picture and hearing your story, I can assure you dogs do not live that long, or fight so hard, unless they know they are loved and have a home - in the truest possible sense of the word. A place where they are part of a family, based on love and mutual respect, and a place they are happy to stay.
Bless you for giving him so many wonderful years and such a reason to fight.
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Dogs are family to be sure. I lost the best dog i ever had over two years ago. Miska was a wonderful Keeshonden. She was much loved by the whole family. She started going blind at about 14 years of age, and then started having small strokes at 15. She had a massive one at 15 1/2 that left her motionless in my arms. It was hard taking her on her last ride in the Jeep.
Dog and Jeeps.....Once you've had one, you want another one when they are gone.
You and Marmol will be in my prayers. I hope for solace and comfort in the times ahead.
as i sat here reading this i had cold chills,,i know how it is our pets are family,,i kept thinking do not give up on him,,, he is in my prayers,,
we all know all to well how it feels to lose part of the family,,,but lab,s even mix are tough,strong dogs,,,--i have 2 now the mother lucy and her son which is half lab and great dane,,,,best dogs ive ever had the pleasure of haveing..--lucy is old and someday soon it will be her time,,
please keep us posted...---prayers sent your way..
For all those who sent us good wishes and hopes here is new info.
Marmol is doing alright, he survived the infection and is getting better every day. The wound which got to be as big as about 45 square inches between his rear legs ( a skin infection ), is finally more than 90% closed. We had to keep him with the neck collar until yesterday, because he always wanted to lick the wound and that was the problem in the very beginning, he was hurting himself without knowing it, licking, in this case, was not helping himself. He is doing alright for now, and we are hoping the infection does not come back somewhere else. We still don`t know what caused it, but I have the feeling something bit him or sting him, perhaps fireants, and it got really really bad.
I from my heart thank you for your prayers and thoughts and wish you ALL A VERY COOL AND HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks a whole lot to ALL !!!!
I came to this thread late, but I'm very happy to hear that he is doing much better. I will keep him in my thoughts and prayers. Dogs are wonderful creatures that love us no matter what. The Jeepers on this forum were here for me when I lost my almost 17 year old best friend Daisy Mae. Know that we are here for you.
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Hi friends at W.F.
I wanted to share with you good people, that Marmol passed away last week. The Doctor found that the constant licking of his belly was due to pain on his belly, due to a Cancer Tumor in his intestines. I guess he just wanted to relief some of the pain by licking, causing all those skin infections. This time, the Vet said the tumor was so big inside that was jamming his small intestine, causing him not to be able to evacuate, Doctor said he was in extreme pain, and would die from the clogged intestine soon. He would cry all day, sore of bloody tears dried on his eyes, we had to constantly clean them. He was put to sleep, and we stayed with him all the time, I held his head as he fell asleep, then quietly went to Heaven in our arms. After giving it a lot of thought, I realize, that it took us a year to finally accept his illness and his fate. I believe the external tumor that developed, gave my son Jorge a visual way of everyday acceptance of his eventual fate, and I believe Jorge eventually accepted it too. Jorge was the one who gave permission to help him go to Heaven with the Vets noble help. We accepted it together, as a Family, and we all cried, and we all miss him very much. Marmol, was a True Friend. We interred him in our yard, next to Lola the mother of Sancho, his surviving son ( now 4 years old ). I thank you all for listening to us on those dificult days, it is easy to find people, but it is difficult to find people who understand how much a Dog can be Loved. THANKS TO ALL HERE.
I'm so sorry to hear of Marmol's passing; I hope that knowing he is no longer in pain and suffering can be of some comfort.
Anytime I lose a pet, I always seem to gravitate back to this:
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
It hurts us so much when our dogs have to go because we love them so much.
Why do we love them so much?
Well, maybe it's because they love us unconditionally and provide us with companionship and a faithful friend.
I know all too well how losing one of these friends can be very difficult.
Even though one heals over time and it does get better, the sadness from that loss never really goes away.
Even so, I'd rather have had the time with a good friend and then suffer the loss, than to never have had the friend to begin with.
I'm sorry that Marmol had to go.
You and your family will be in my thoughts.
Had to go through this twice in one year with my two beloved friends. I don't know why, but I found it more difficult than when my father passed. My wife had a dog when I met her and we still have him but after this one, I won't be able to take it again. I still have the best memories of my two darling girls who I rescued many years ago and while the hurt eventually recedes, my memories never fade.
Dogs are so innocent and want nothing but to be loved and have a good human or two to take care of them and treat them kindly. It sounds like you are one of these, Johnny. My thoughts are with you.
Thanks to all. And I can see there are other people who also lost their friends too, I feel what you feel, going through that now.
I remember, when I got full Custody of my two kids, I bought a small wood house, in much need of repairs, and every other weekend, my kids went with their mother, and in summers and Christmas. I was working on that house almost 24/7 every minute I got off from my job. And I remember, me mixing cement, cutting wood, diging, hammering, painting, etc, Marmol was always within sight, he moved every time I moved away from position, from room to room, to outside, etc., I bet he was watching over me, I bet he was some kind of an angel protecting my good will of fixing that old house for my kids. And what about all the times I left to work ( or party ), every single time, Marmol was there, waiting, quietly, and peacefully, and considering he was not fenced or tied in any way or manner, he stayed, he never left us, he knew we were coming back, and he watched our property like a good soldier, and never let us down, never quit, never left. I still have to find a friend who will wait for you while you work or party, I guess that is true unconditional love and loyalty. He helped my son Jorge cope with me being away for the 7 years until I got full custody of them, but I would never guess Marmol would be the one who helped me cope with my kids being away so many times, and today I look at our old little house, our Home, a although Marmol could not grab a hammer or mix some concrete, he help me put it together, and my soul too, by sticking with me and giving me unconditional company.