On November 20, 2013
…the Angels carried Biscuit home ….
Biscuit had a rough start in life…she came to us from a rescue that knew little about her background, only that she was left at a drop box, in the middle of the night at the county APL. Biscuit was in an extremely neglected state; with most of her fur missing, teeth broken and brown, emaciated, with a distended belly full of worms, and a dirt ring, where a collar should have been. They said she was most likely in a puppy mill for her first 8 years…housed in a crate. We believed them, because she could barely walk, and when she did walk, it was in a hunched over state, like most dogs that live their lives in crates.
But, Biscuit was a fighter…and she LOVED food. In fact, I’d call food “the love of her life.”
With many doctors visits, antibiotics, treatments for this-and-that, lots of food, lots of love and care… Biscuit recovered. She transformed into a very happy, chubby, spoiled little dog.
She lived a happy life with her humans and numerous other furry friends. No mouse hole was left “undug”…and she barked with unadulterated Jack Russell joy at clumps of cold mud or stone dug from these mouse holes. Biscuit never missed a meal or a treat. She sidled up to her humans during her daytime naps and curled up at night on her choice of pillows.
When her little brown and white streaked head started to turn grey, no one really noticed, because she was such a feisty little one. Heart medicine recommended for her “little dog” heart murmur didn’t make a dent in her energetic hustle. And, a few years later when she started to loose weight and itch from skin infections, she just took it all in stride. Thankfully we finally found the proper diagnosis for this new condition, Cushings Disease… and with her new daily Cushing’s pill regime, she was back to being Biscuit. A little slower, with a little more creak in her bones, but back to feisty Biscuit.
Then came the final test in Biscuit’s long life…her pancreas stopped working. Her weight dropped significantly. She had infections and was having accidents, everywhere. We had no idea what was wrong with her until we came across this website. We got EPI confirmation from our vet and placed her on Pancreatic Enzyme replacement. Like most dogs, she didn’t like it, but she loved food more, so we were able to find ways to trick her into taking Pancreatin Powder. Biscuit did well the first year and gained weight. In her second year, she had problems, but with the help of this website, we were able to solve many of them and pull her out of some rough spots, with B12 shots and Tylan. This past year, was really difficult on her. The body is built to live only so long. And with all her ailments, her advanced age, and her arthritis…we all decided it was time to rest.
We were so grateful to have the option to allow her to pass at home. The day Biscuit passed the sun was shining. She ate her favorite meal for lunch (without the yucky pancreatic enzymes). She was comforted, petted and held in everyone’s arms. She was carried for a walk in the back yard, with the sun shining on her, and given a last look at the field where over the years, she dug dozens of furious Jack Russell mouse-hunting holes. And then, spent the rest of the morning, slowly walking her last steps in the kitchen and living room, with her tough-as-nails JR attitude carrying her broken body. 20 years is a good, long life. She will be missed.
Thanks Again For Everything.
-Biscuit’s Humans
Biscuit had a rough start in life…she came to us from a rescue that knew little about her background, only that she was left at a drop box, in the middle of the night at the county APL. Biscuit was in an extremely neglected state; with most of her fur missing, teeth broken and brown, emaciated, with a distended belly full of worms, and a dirt ring, where a collar should have been. They said she was most likely in a puppy mill for her first 8 years…housed in a crate. We believed them, because she could barely walk, and when she did walk, it was in a hunched over state, like most dogs that live their lives in crates.
But, Biscuit was a fighter…and she LOVED food. In fact, I’d call food “the love of her life.”
With many doctor visits, antibiotics, treatments for this-and-that, lots of food, lots of love and care… Biscuit recovered. She transformed into a very happy, chubby, spoiled little dog.
She lived a happy life with her humans and numerous other furry friends. No mouse hole was left “undug”…and she barked with unadulterated Jack Russell joy at clumps of cold mud or stone dug from these mouse holes. Biscuit never missed a meal or a treat. She sidled up to her humans during her daytime naps and curled up at night on her choice of pillows.
When her little brown and white streaked head started to turn grey, no one really noticed, because she was such a feisty little one. Heart medicine recommended for her “little dog” heart murmur didn’t make a dent in her energetic hustle. And, a few years later when she started to loose weight and itch from skin infections, she just took it all in stride. Thankfully we finally found the proper diagnosis for this new condition, Cushings Disease… and with her new daily Cushing’s pill regime, she was back to being Biscuit. A little slower, with a little more creak in her bones, but back to feisty Biscuit.
Then came the final test in Biscuit’s long life…her pancreas stopped working. Her weight dropped significantly. She had infections and was having accidents, everywhere. We had no idea what was wrong with her until we came across this website. We got EPI confirmation from our vet and placed her on Pancreatic Enzyme replacement. Like most dogs, she didn’t like it, but she loved food more, so we were able to find ways to trick her into taking Pancreatin Powder. Biscuit did well the first year and gained weight. In her second year, she had problems, but with the help of this website, we were able to solve many of them and pull her out of some rough spots, with B12 shots and Tylan. This past year, was really difficult on her. The body is built to live only so long. And with all her ailments, her advanced age, and her arthritis…we all decided it was time to rest.
We were so grateful to have the option to allow her to pass at home. The day Biscuit passed the sun was shining. She ate her favorite meal for lunch (without the yucky pancreatic enzymes). She was comforted, petted and held in everyone’s arms. She was carried for a walk in the back yard, with the sun shining on her, and given a last look at the field where over the years, she dug dozens of furious Jack Russell mouse-hunting holes. And then, spent the rest of the morning, slowly walking her last steps in the kitchen and living room, with her tough-as-nails JR attitude carrying her broken body. 20 years is a good, long life. She will be missed.
Thanks Again For Everything.
-Biscuit’s Humans