Christine
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Here's a quick picture that I could find of Lola. This is when she sits down in the computer area with my DD.
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Here's a picture of Paisley to get an idea of what type of breed she is:
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I know that some of you may think I'm nuts for posting this on the DIS but I really need someone to 'talk' to and I need to get this out. I have talked to my "real life" friends on the phone already but talking out loud seems to really upset me and it is raising my heart rate so bad.
I have two dogs--Paisley (a beagle/hound mix that I rescued from a shelter) and Lola, my 10-lb Jack Russell Terrier.
We got Lola as a puppy about a year after we had Paisley. They seemed to get along well for a year at least. Then, when I went on vacation and my parents were sitting the dogs, Paisley attacked Lola while my Dad was feeding them. This had never happened and we had no idea of such a thing. I assumed that it was because Paisley gets "edgy" with people other than her own family and maybe there was something in the way that my dad fed them that elicited the response. My dad got bit breaking up the fight also. After this incident, I tried to find Lola another home--with my parents, with my in-laws, and with one of my co-workers. No one seemed wild about taking her and there was NO WAY I was going to put her at a shelter. So, I kept her and tried to be as vigilent as I could.
From then on, I fed them separately. About a year later, Paisley started a fight with Lola over a dog toy. It wasn't serious and I got them separated. No more dog toys.
Other than that, I keep a close eye on them and all has been well.
Except for today.
Lola mainly likes to hang out in the house with me, and Paisley would spend the whole day in the yard. I went out on the deck to clean the outside part of the sliding glass door (we get lots of doggie "nose juice" on the window). Lola decided to come out with me--she likes being out when I am outside. She went down in the yard and I went back in the house. I then started vacuuming and cleaning inside. Probably 20 minutes went by. Then I started making my lunch. I happened to glance outside and I saw my poor baby Lola laying in the yard. Now, she is a Jack Russell. I have NEVER seen this dog lay in the yard. I ran outside immediately (Paisley was on the deck). I screamed "Lola". She raised her and looked at me. "Oh Dear God" was all I could think. I ran to her and saw she had a gash in her neck and blood in her mouth. I quickly scooped her up (meanwhile Paisley is trying to go after her again). I gave Paisley a command and she backed off. I ran into the house, wrapped the dog in a towel, jumped in the car and headed for the animal ER. The traffic SUCKED. Lola was still conscious. About halfway there, she gave about 4 little snorts and then I could tell that something was different.
My poor baby died in my arms in the car. I immediately turned the car around and went back to my regular vet's office. He doesn't have a vet on staff on Saturday's, but I am comfortable there and knew that I wanted to leave her there.
When I got there, there were only two techs working. They spent nearly 30 minutes checking for a pulse and a heartbeat. They kept thinking they heard something but I don't think so. You could tell she was dead. I had to wait there awhile because some people came into the lobby to buy stuff and I was covered from shirt to pants in blood as well as exrement.
It was so awful. And I am so heartbroken. I keep saying "What if I hadn't cleaned the windows?" "What if I hadn't vacummed?" I could have heard her or helped.
My sweet little dog was following me around the house today and now she is dead. I have been crying, uncontrollably for hours. For some reason my heart is beating so hard and it won't stop. My poor son, who saw some of it, keeps throwing up.
In the meantime, the vet tech said that I might want to consider putting my other dog down. Of course, right now I am very upset with her (Paisley), but she is an animal, not a human--I don't think she even realizes she did a thing. I don't know WHY she did this but I don't think I can deal with losing two dogs. She is very good with our family but I don't know what to make of this AT ALL. I was told that I could talk to my regular vet on Monday and that he could probably give me some good ideas about what to do about Paisley.
I'm sorry to keep rambling--I am just devastated beyond belief that I will never see my little sweetheart again. She had her little 'problems' that I complained about here (housetraining), but now she is gone. She was so tiny and she was my baby--the one that sat in my lap and I cuddled.
I feel so bad that I let her down.
If you have any helpful words or even any advice about my other dog, it would be greatly appreciated.
Here's a picture of Paisley to get an idea of what type of breed she is:
I know that some of you may think I'm nuts for posting this on the DIS but I really need someone to 'talk' to and I need to get this out. I have talked to my "real life" friends on the phone already but talking out loud seems to really upset me and it is raising my heart rate so bad.
I have two dogs--Paisley (a beagle/hound mix that I rescued from a shelter) and Lola, my 10-lb Jack Russell Terrier.
We got Lola as a puppy about a year after we had Paisley. They seemed to get along well for a year at least. Then, when I went on vacation and my parents were sitting the dogs, Paisley attacked Lola while my Dad was feeding them. This had never happened and we had no idea of such a thing. I assumed that it was because Paisley gets "edgy" with people other than her own family and maybe there was something in the way that my dad fed them that elicited the response. My dad got bit breaking up the fight also. After this incident, I tried to find Lola another home--with my parents, with my in-laws, and with one of my co-workers. No one seemed wild about taking her and there was NO WAY I was going to put her at a shelter. So, I kept her and tried to be as vigilent as I could.
From then on, I fed them separately. About a year later, Paisley started a fight with Lola over a dog toy. It wasn't serious and I got them separated. No more dog toys.
Other than that, I keep a close eye on them and all has been well.
Except for today.
Lola mainly likes to hang out in the house with me, and Paisley would spend the whole day in the yard. I went out on the deck to clean the outside part of the sliding glass door (we get lots of doggie "nose juice" on the window). Lola decided to come out with me--she likes being out when I am outside. She went down in the yard and I went back in the house. I then started vacuuming and cleaning inside. Probably 20 minutes went by. Then I started making my lunch. I happened to glance outside and I saw my poor baby Lola laying in the yard. Now, she is a Jack Russell. I have NEVER seen this dog lay in the yard. I ran outside immediately (Paisley was on the deck). I screamed "Lola". She raised her and looked at me. "Oh Dear God" was all I could think. I ran to her and saw she had a gash in her neck and blood in her mouth. I quickly scooped her up (meanwhile Paisley is trying to go after her again). I gave Paisley a command and she backed off. I ran into the house, wrapped the dog in a towel, jumped in the car and headed for the animal ER. The traffic SUCKED. Lola was still conscious. About halfway there, she gave about 4 little snorts and then I could tell that something was different.
My poor baby died in my arms in the car.
I immediately turned the car around and went back to my regular vet's office. He doesn't have a vet on staff on Saturday's, but I am comfortable there and knew that I wanted to leave her there. When I got there, there were only two techs working. They spent nearly 30 minutes checking for a pulse and a heartbeat. They kept thinking they heard something but I don't think so. You could tell she was dead. I had to wait there awhile because some people came into the lobby to buy stuff and I was covered from shirt to pants in blood as well as exrement.
It was so awful. And I am so heartbroken. I keep saying "What if I hadn't cleaned the windows?" "What if I hadn't vacummed?" I could have heard her or helped.
My sweet little dog was following me around the house today and now she is dead. I have been crying, uncontrollably for hours. For some reason my heart is beating so hard and it won't stop. My poor son, who saw some of it, keeps throwing up.
In the meantime, the vet tech said that I might want to consider putting my other dog down. Of course, right now I am very upset with her (Paisley), but she is an animal, not a human--I don't think she even realizes she did a thing. I don't know WHY she did this but I don't think I can deal with losing two dogs. She is very good with our family but I don't know what to make of this AT ALL. I was told that I could talk to my regular vet on Monday and that he could probably give me some good ideas about what to do about Paisley.
I'm sorry to keep rambling--I am just devastated beyond belief that I will never see my little sweetheart again. She had her little 'problems' that I complained about here (housetraining), but now she is gone. She was so tiny and she was my baby--the one that sat in my lap and I cuddled.
I feel so bad that I let her down.
If you have any helpful words or even any advice about my other dog, it would be greatly appreciated.
I don't have any advice, but my heart breaks for you. 
