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Back Story : Sushi’s 1st Birthday

Happy, happy birthday my lovable, little Sushi! It’s a day abuzz with energy, rainbows and of course – dog drool!

Sushi (Malti-Poo) was such a wallflower that quite a number of guests weren’t even able to meet and greet her. She hid most of the time, but trust me she was happy you guys came. Here are a couple of the snaps during her first birthday!

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It was such a blast putting these colorful treats together with the Barkingham team! Here’s our little celebrant chilling before her big debut.

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This party was to celebrate her 1st year, as well as the grand opening of the Barkingham Pet Cafe.


Why was Sushi’s birthday such a big deal for me though?

It’s more than a birthday party, more than a get-together of pet owners, more than a shower of gifts and freebies – it was a celebration of life.

A quick throwback link to exactly one year ago: Minnie, Our Little Fighter. I remember, clear as day, that rainy night of July 2016. We took home a little Yorkie, wrapped in a blanket, huddled in the corner of her tiny box. I felt her trembling, in fear or cold, I’m not sure. All I knew is that she was far from the healthy pup she should have been deserved to be. She was coughing, she would barley eat or stand. That night as we drove home, I refused to give her a name, refused to open my heart to her, with fear that I might get attached to the little one. But I couldn’t help it. A few minutes later, in tears for the plight of her, I gave in, and I named her: Minnie.

She was sick, with what we dreaded to be one of the most incurable diseases. (With distemper, only the animal’s immune system would be able to battle the illness. So what vets often recommend is Canglob D.) We took her home, because we knew nobody else would welcome her, or give her intensive round-the-clock care that she needed. Day after day, we prayed for her to regain her strength as we desperately gave her more than what she needed to stay strong. But little by little our streams of hope ran dry. Despite our efforts and prayers, she grew weaker, her body grew thinner, her eyes could barely open because of the excessive ocular discharge, she coughed and wheezed and trembled and then the seizures finally set in.

I will never forget though, the little moments in between her daily vaccinations when I would whisper to her to be strong and fight; that mommy and daddy are waiting for her to get better so we can play. I imagined her growing up to be a healthy, playful pup. There was one memory that stands out, one of the final moments I got to spend with her which brings me to tears to this day: After her medications, I lifted her gingerly out of the box, set her down onto the floor then I walked a few feet away from her. I call out to her “Minnie, come here baby”. In spite of her trembling legs and emaciated body, she tried to get up, she tried so hard. Her legs were wobbly, she would stop once in a while to cough, until little by little she came to my lap.

We only had time to do this once though – the day before she left us. This it seems, is her way of saying goodbye.

I was terribly heartbroken when she crossed the rainbow bridge. I cried for days on end, but at the back of my mind, I was (and still am) thankful that she had a home with the little time she had on earth. Minnie deserved much more than a few months, she deserved a lifetime of cuddles, a sack full of treats and a lot of afternoons playing outside. I felt guilty for not being able to give her that, guilty for not being able to give her more than she deserved. (Read more here: Minnie’s Goodbye)

Minnie though, gave us much more than we hoped for. She has shown us the proof of unconditional love, setting aside all weaknesses and pain, just to be with the people she loves. In the few weeks that she spent with us, I haven’t felt more certain of a dog’s love. How simple it was, yet how unconditional.

That day Minnie crossed the rainbow bridge, I felt like something was missing. Soon after, DJ bought me what is now the sunshine of my life – Sushi.

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Sushi’s birthday was a rainbow party, the symbol of a new beginning, a celebration of happiness and all things beautiful. She is  more than just a pet dog, she is my ray of hope.

(I’ll write about this soon – when I am ready).

Seeing everyone coming with their best fur-riends last Saturday was something quite new for an introvert like myself (I was fighting the urge to hide under a rock by the end of the day – just kidding!). But overall it was a great experience sharing the love for our pets at Barkingham.

I am thankful for each day I wake up to my little girl staring back at me. We often take for granted the little moments with our furkids, I have learned my lesson to always make the most out of the time we have with them.

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On behalf of myself, Sushi and the Barkingham Family, we would like to thank everyone who came to celebrate with us last July 1st.

 

ARF! 

Sushi x Pearl


FOLLOW MINNIE’S STORY BELOW:


NOTES:

  • Minnie was found sick at Tiendesitas, and the pet store could no longer keep her as she carried an air-borne disease. (Meaning the rest of the pups in the store are most likely-to be infected too, which may lead to death and/or other complications). Please support ADOPT-DON’T-SHOP.
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Minnie, Our Little Fighter

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Little Minnie, you were returned to the pet shop because you were sick. We took you in because no one deserves to treated like mere merchandise. No, your health does not dictate your worth, our little girl.

When we first laid eyes on you, you were coughing uncontrollably, you barely ate and could hardly even stand at all. When we looked into your eyes, we saw hope in you. Yes, you were sick, but it didn’t make us love you any less.

We spent weeks taking care of you, the medical bills skyrocketed, but it didn’t bother us… as long as we did what we could to bring your health back. You deserved a shot at life.

Your cough went away a day or two after we took you home. It made us so, so happy. But weeks went by, the virus just got worse despite the intensive verterinary care you were under. The seizures got worse, affecting your right leg first. Eventually taking over your entire body. We were crying, holding on, but at the same time, losing hope little by little.

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There was just that one, perfect day when you stood up and walked like a healthy pup. You struggled to walk towards us, although clumsily and slow, every step was a miracle for us. We thought that maybe, just maybe, you were getting better. That day we felt like nothing was wrong in the world.

No. We didn’t put you up for adoption because we knew no one could love you much more than we do. With all the effort, smiles and tears over the past four weeks, you became part of our family.

We had plans when you get better. We were going to cuddle with you on cold, rainy nights. We were ready to shower you with love and treats, too. Just the way we know you’d like it.

Your test results came in recently, and it confirmed our worst fears, our hopes were shattered. Over the following weeks the virus just got stronger and it became too much for your little body to take… You fought so hard, baby girl, you were so, so brave. You were so resilient in your battle against distemper, you held on to us and showed us that you were fighting to have a life with us too.

…until today. You said goodbye to us. We sat on the floor crying for hours beside you. We cried for you and all the things we hoped to do together. We loved you so much, little girl. The pain was far beyond words, but we regret nothing when we took you home and cared for you, helped you fight for as long as we could.

That perfect day when you tried to walk just so you could to snuggle with us, how you gobbled down your food like you were a regular healthy pup and the moment you looked at us with hope. Memories of you will be in our hearts forever…

We are so, so sorry if everything we did was not enough to make you stronger. We just hope that all the love we gave was enough for you to experience the kind of love you truly deserve…even just for a little while.

Little one, you are not a merchandise. Your health and appearance does not dictate your worth. We love you just as you are, with sickness and all.

That night we took you home, we didn’t want to give you a name. Because we know when we start loving you, there would be no end. Eventually, we named you “Minnie” because of your adorably large ears…right then and there we knew loved you.

You loved us back and you fought so hard. Rest well, our love, our little Minnie. We love you, so, so much….

Loving you always,
Mommy and Daddy

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July 1 – July 28, 2016


Follow Minnie’s story here:

The Day We Took Her Home

Prayers for Minnie

Her Last Few Days

Goodbye, Minnie


With special thanks to BARKINGHAM PHILIPPINES for all the love, care and support for our little one.

With love,

Pearl

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