I knew my time was getting close, I just didn't know that today was the day.
Danny and Jori retired, something about being 9 years old.
6 am and mom says it's time for me to go to work. Uh-oh.
We pulled up to the emergency vet and as soon as I saw those shiny white floors, I put my shake on. Then we got inside the doors and I put my brakes and skates on.
No luck, mom picked me up like I was a toy poodle or something.
So I tried not making eye contact. The vet just sat down beside me and waited. He waited so long that eventually I forgot to shake.
That's when the needle, pretty sure it was the size of a straw came out.
Donating my red blood, the blood that matches my red collar.
I stood pretty still, but then I had my butt placed as tight as I could up against mom, there was no where for me to go.
Vet said I did really well for my first time.
FIRST TIME???? They are going to want more?
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Ugh, you scared the 'stuffings' out of me. This guy looks just like my Scooter who passed away about 9 months back.
So glad when I realized we were just talking about giving blood. Not saying that is trivial - you are a brave pupper! Just glad you are going to still be with us!
Happy Holidays, it is a brave and wonderful thing you do. More treats for you! :)
Aww, Mickey! You were really brave! Not everyhound can do what you do. Make sure that they take you past the magic window that gives out hamburgers and fries on the way home, though. I hear that's a requirement for your sacrifice!
Bunny
I was just looking back and we lost Scooter only 6 months ago. (Brought to my attention by houndstooth.)
I think I typed in 9 thinking of your hound being 9 years old.
Not sure where I came up with 9 months. None the less we sure do miss him.
You scared me, too. A little over a year ago I lost my b/w grey to DIC. I saw your first photo and then the title. I panicked for you.
Blood donation. Not fun but so good for others. Sweet pup.
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