This new design for the French Bulldog Village’s Cafe Press store lets you show the world that Rescue is “Mending Broken Hearts, One French Bulldog at a Time”.
Featuring the lovely Miss Itty Bitty (aka Ema), this design is available for light and dark clothing and accessories. Bumper sticker and button friendly designs are coming soon.
See all of the designs at the FBV Store, or check out the sample t shirt below. 100% of all profits benefit French Bulldogs like Ema.
CJ smiling in the sunshine
I am sorry to have to announce that, last night, CJ lost his brave fight. The infection in his abdomen was more widespread than the veterinarians had initially thought, and CJ was suffering.
Karen, his dedicated foster mother, was with him when he left the world. I’m comforted to know that, at the very end of his life, CJ knew the love that he was denied for so much of the rest of it. CJ was Karen’s first foster dog, and the difference she made in his life is immense, as is the hole that he has left in hers. If you think of it, please write her a note of condolence.
Our grateful thanks to everyone who donated towards CJ’s care since we reached out to you yesterday. Your donations will help to pay for the vet bills CJ accrued while his home veterinary team and the vets at Guelph searched for a way to save his life.
Like everyone else who was touched by CJ, it is tempting to meditate on the cruelty that was done to him. We lost volunteers over CJ’s story, good people who are just too burned out on the seemingly non stop stories of sadness and misery and plain, banal evil that rescue work seems to expose us to every day. Instead, I’m going to choose to think of the people who reached out to him, and offered to help. You’re what matters, now more than ever.
It’s trite to say, but sometimes, we really do need to light a candle and stand together against the dark. That’s CJ’s miracle, when you think about it.
A list of all of CJ’s supporters will be posted, with gratitude, on the French Bulldog Village and ECFBC websites.
The weak can never forgive.
Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.Mahatma Gandhi
Peanut and Denise
Peanut, our Frenchie foster -slash- whirling dervish house guest, went off to her forever home over the weekend. I got her as far as Beamsville, and FBV foster volunteer Karen took her to Buffalo, NY, where she met up with Peanut’s new mom, Denise.
As sad as we are to see her go (right up until Saturday morning, Sean kept mentioning that “Peanut didn’t take up any room – we might as well just keep her”. There’s also the chance he might have hinted that we could give Sailor a dye job and send her instead of Peanut), it’s nice to know she has a home where she can be the divine diva she’s always wanted to be.
Peanut now lives in Massachussets, with mom Denise and big brother, Romeo. She’s also managed to snag herself an honorary “Grandma and Grampa”, and she obviously knows which side her bread is buttered on, because our lap shy little girl instantly crawled up onto Denise’s dad’s lap and made herself right at home.
Manipulation, thy name is Frenchie.
Happy trails, Peanut – long may you spin in circles, my adorable little weirdo!
You know you are facing something serious when your puppy is in ICU before you’ve even checked in at the front desk of the vet clinic.
We’d barely walked into the front doors of the Veterinary Referral Clinic when a passing tech took one look at Ema and shrieked “Get that collar off of that puppy!!!”. Startled, I asked why and was told, “Because she’s turning blue!”. Sighing, I said “Yes, I realize that – she’s always blue. It’s why we’re here”. I’m not sure that the tech still didn’t think I was an idiot, and she snatched up Ema and said she was taking her into the back to ICU, to put her on oxygen. I’d only just had time to agree before Ema was rushed away from me and into the back.
When I saw her again, twenty minutes later, Ema was perched on the examination table, looking just slightly more pink than she normally does. She was in the middle of a crowd of adoring techs and vets, all of whom were cooing at her. Ema tends to have that affect on people.
The diagnostic testing Dr. Minors and her staff did on Ema gave us an answer for what is wrong with her – in fact, it gave us two answers.
I had a really, really long day, but I promise a full Ema update tomorrow*, along with all of the grisly anatomical details.
For now, how about a happy photo?
It’s Pumpkin Princess Ema, saying “Enuf wit the camera – get me outta here, lady!”.
* unless I get a sudden “we can do the surgery this afternoon at 3 pm” type phone call from the University of Guelph, in which case all bets are off
Oh, and ps – don’t forget, our new surgical goal is $3800, give or take – preferably give.