Grieving Pollicle Woofles Syrup Delaney

I didn't post it here, but Woofles passed away on August 3, 2014. People tried to blame my sister. Some person from our vet told a rescue organization that she was dragging him on a chain behind her trike. She had him in the basked and he ended up falling out because something was wrong with him. It was Sunday and when the guy at Walgreens finally gave me a clear enough message, I understood that something was wrong with one of the dogs with Briana. That Walgreens worker was not a good person with his message at all. I get a phone call and the only thing he said is, "We have a customer here. She says it's an emergency. Do you know her?" He gave me NO INFORMATION. How am I supposed to know what he means. He said something else that wasn't helpful. Then he said "I think one of her animals had a stroke," so I knew to worry. Woofles was still breathing a little bit and we were trying to give him CPR, but we didn't know to give him CPR. I was very upset and I got turned around about going to the emergency vet. I don't know if he would have made it. I felt his little body go cold and I knew he hadn't made it, so I went home to get Nibet and Krueger to show them that he had passed away. I felt that it was important. They needed to know and not just suddenly be without Woofles. I didn't know he wasn't feeling well. I thought it was just a chihuahua honk-cough. However, maybe it was more. He'd come in at night and he'd have a little cough. However, he would settle down and it would stop. Whenever he was at the vet, they never found anything wrong with his heart when they listened to it. On the night of August 2, 2014, I was in bed. I was going to go call Woofles from the backyard as that was pretty much my routine. However, Briana was up and she said she would get him. I didn't know he wasn't being himself. She brought him in and he slept with me. She told me later on that he was staring out of our backyard gate. Since she kept saying fence instead of gate, that didn't seem to be any different. The fence is all around the yard and he'd often stare out of it. I didn't think about it, but he was napping with me for a bit on August 3 and when I asked him if he wanted to get up, he was strange. Instead of either being excited to get up, grumpy to get up, or trying to get me to go back to sleep, he held his little head under the sheet right near my leg. He was keeping his head tucked into the sheet and not trying to get room so he could breathe through his nose. I know he's in heaven with my Mama, my Daddy, my Grandpa, my Grandma, my Grandpa George, so many other people, Toggle, Marbles, Micron, Cinder, and other dogs, too. I thought Woofles was only going to be 7 on August 19. When I adopted him, the vet told me that he was probably no more than two years of age, so I gave him the birthday of August 19, 2007. However, I feel there have been signs that he was 11 years old and not approaching 7 or already 7. I was praying about Woofles being in heaven and even when not in deep prayer, those things happened. I prayed about a cross showing up - more like God put the thought there and then Briana brought this cross into the house that she had found. I prayed about talking to a classmate about pets and when I got into my history class, my classmate asked me, "Do you have any animals?" I didn't even have to say a thing. I prayed about a dragonfly landing on me and coming into my car. One day when leaving from the building where the history class I have is held, a dragonfly landed right on my finger and then it flew into my car and was on the dash for just a bit and it flew out. As for being 11, I wanted "dog" and "11" together as I figured that is the closest I'd get to knowing. My Voice and Diction teacher was talking about his dogs and he told me that one of them was 11. I went to Chili's with my castmates the other night and when I got there, there was a police vehicle that was a "k-9 Unit" and it was number 110. Sure, there's a 0 on that, but there's still that "11." Oh, and we took his body to the emergency vet and they found no signs of trauma on his little body. I know that in order to be hanged or choked, there has to be trauma marks. That tells me that it had to be something internal. I still need to get everything to make his memorial so I can have some help burying his ashes in my back yard and then mark that site. I only know where Marbles's ashes are by a tree root and need to finish with his memorial, too. I hate losing pets. Grieving this little dog is not easy. Woofles is (because he exists in heaven) my favorite little dog. I do have a new little dog. Her name is Butterbean. She is my favorite little princess.