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<body class='hmmessage'><div dir='ltr'>Pumpkin is my rescue girl who came to our family after my beloved Fred passed in the ancient year of 2000, and with his passing, I barely was able to get out of bed, except to go to work, and then Mom insisted I drive her to North Shore Animal League, and by chance this tiny puppy basset girl was there.<div><br></div><div>Mom and Dad (the veterinarian, and shucks, I was supposed to be one, but at least I can spell it) were experienced at raising puppies, so I guess this was my chance to learn, and Pumpkin was a tiny monster, in a good way. Pumpkin was good for Dad, as he was very ill, and she was the only dog in the house as he was failing. I am grateful he had canine company in his last days and they had an almost year together, and it was a great bond for them.</div><div><br></div><div>Baby Pumpkin had her wits about her, and I used to sit in the living room floor, during play time, making sure I had a large stuffed toy in front of me when she wanted to go all teethy. And she was a picky eater.</div><div><br></div><div>I suppose the teething stage is why so many go into rescue and/or are neglected or abused, which may well have been the fate of my Pierre Jr. who came to me at 9 mo., after being in a family situation with young children, and it was not compatible.</div><div><br></div><div>How they corrected him, I will never know, but I know now, he knows love, and play and kisses and love, and he is my constant side kick, and I am blessed he is my life.</div><div><br></div><div>I am always humble and thankful to his foster mom, Kathie M., and Ohio Basset rescue, his rescue organization.</div><div><br></div><div>BTW, Pumpkin is 13 and a half, and just survived a splenectomy operation, and is trucking on… You go girl… you are solid.</div><div><br></div><div>As for Hospice, and I direct this to thoughts about Debbie.</div><div><br></div><div>Mom is my life, and she is in hospice home care, out of the nursing home, and it has improved her being so much. I am her primary care giver, and with the hospice help, I know she is getting the best she can get.</div><div><br></div><div>It is wonderful for the patient.</div><div><br></div><div>All is caring and giving.</div><div><br></div><div>Family support is given relief.</div><div><br></div><div>It is gentle.</div><div><br></div><div>AND IT IS REVERSIBLE, MEANING, I SURE HOPE YOU FIND YOUR FIGHT DEBBIE, GOD BLESS YOU.</div><div><br></div><div>And it can be managed with a lot of bassets in the house…</div><div><br></div><div>"Don't stop believing" is a great sentence, especially for Debbie. </div><div><br></div><div>Healing drool to all in need,</div><div><br></div><div>Jackie and the bassets</div><div><br></div><div><br></div> </div></body>
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