|Ten years ago I promised my daughters, Carli and Gigi, that we could
get a puppy.
Gigi, being the determined soul that she is, immediately sat on our
reading the classifieds and began her campaign. She zeroed in on the
ad that said
“little bears” and asked what a Keeshond was. I told her I had no idea,
to call and
find out if these little fur bears were good for kids with allergies.
The breeder said
that they were perfect, most got no bigger than your knee and were
upkeep (what a fib!). After a constant barrage of “can’t we just go
and look mom?”,
we were in the car and on the breeder’s doorstep.
Soooooo, even though I firmly said “we’ll just go and look at
them”, we were soon
all in the car and on the way to the nearest store to pick out a collar,
get puppy food
and a bowl. “Doughnut” also got re-named Keisha on the way home.
Over the next year Keish became the most spoiled and pampered Keeshond
in history. With a houseful of the girls’ friends and then the crazy
mom started to date, Keish was also being hugged, played with and getting
The girls finally grew up and went off to college and the crazy musician
adores) is now her dad (yup, I married the crazy man!) She also has
a brother now
that’s her best friend, a little black cat named KC (short for kitty
cat) that was a
malnourished abandoned kitten that Michael brought home.
The next few years were a flurry of moves for our little foursome. I
had a terrific job
offer in Denver so off we went. We were in Denver for almost two years
when I got
the phone call we all dread, your Dad’s in the hospital. After a frantic
flight and two
days in ICU it was time to say goodbye to him. Michael and I quickly
decided that it
was time to move again. Being 10 hrs away from your Mom isn’t a good
So off we went again. Our biggest concern for Keish with the move to
the heat. Everyone told us she’d be fine and would adjust but to make
sure she always
had a lot of water because of dehydration. We settled in, found new
doctors and two of the best vets you could wish for. Keish and KC saw
and Dr. Rick a couple of times a year as norm and everything was going
Like most of us though, the signals and symptoms came out of the blue.
I were talking one weekend while I made dinner and as we talked, he
water bowl 2x’s. She was drinking so fast I thought she was going to
asked each other at almost the same time “have you been giving Keish
a lot of water
lately?”. She also had had a few accidents that week which was strange.
maybe she had a cold or something and said I’d call the vet on Monday.
All hell broke loose that night. Between Keish frantically gulping enormous
of water, she woke me up 2x’s to go outside. Something BIG was wrong
so I had
at the vet as soon as it opened Monday. From there it was three months
tests, Cushings tests, coaxing her to eat, learning to give shots and
at one point
thinking that she wasn’t going to make it.
Keish lost over 15 lbs. And we couldn’t get her under 500 (she was over
Monday). Turning Keish around was a labor of love for the whole animal
She is so good when I take her there- she actually gets excited even
means a lot of poking and prodding. She simply knows how much they
I’d come home and Michael would just look at my face and know it wasn’t
He actually started asking what we were having for supper, think about
it for a minute
and then say “ good! – Keish likes that, make sure you make extra!”
At that point
we would have cooked her anything just to get her to eat and gain weight.
Finally after three months, lots of tears and gray hair, Keish hopped
on the scale and
Dr. Frankie and I let out a whoop! Keish had gained a pound! We knew
it was a
long road ahead but we had finally stopped the weight loss. Today,
after being diagnosed, she is where Dr. Frankie wants her. A wee bit
what was ideal before diabetes, but he wants a little “jiggle room”
to work with
in case she goes south on us.
Michael is my official backup for Keish’s care. The first time he gave
her insulin I was
a wreck! But, he actually did a better job at it for his first time
then I did. We still have
problems getting her to eat in the morning and we keep a really close
eye on her. I
dread thinking about Cushings but I think you have to be prepared.
Both of her vets go
beyond the call of duty where Keish is concerned, so we just take it
one day at a time.
What a truly lucky person I am. I’ve been blessed with extraordinary
parents, two of
the most wonderful daughters a parent could wish for, a wild and crazy
husband that I
love to death, many new friends because of Judy and her Queenie and
my sweet Keisha
(lovingly called Keishi) that loves me no matter what. Can’t get better
Keisha's Little Brother Milo