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The Story of Lillianne
Lillianne was brought to me by a young couple who didn't ask the landlord about breed requirements before getting a dog. And of course, she was a pit bull. This one was a purebred. She was what we call around here a "red nose", but a pretty gold color with a liver nose and snips of white. She came to me at about eight weeks old.
Lillianne had one of the nicest, funniest personalities of all of my fosters. We got a belly laugh out of her every day.
She was a doll. She had demodectic mange, which is really common with this breed, so while I was treating her for it and letting her hair grow back, we fell in love. I didn't want to keep a pit bull, but I wanted to keep her. We took her through obedience classes and she was the star of the class, and still up for adoption while we debated.
After the mange was cured, she started having a potty issue, couldn't seem to hold it, thirsty all the time, never gained weight. I kept her in the yard during the day and crated her at night because she "leaked". She was diagnosed with something called diabetes insipidus. She needed twice daily injections. but it is very very expensive. She quickly became a burden to the group I was fostering for, and I knew I could not adopt such an expensive pet myself. Every time I had to refill her prescription, I wondered if I was doing the right thing. There were endless potty blankets to wash with her still, too. She ended up being one of my most expensive fosters. Some people donated money in her behalf.
Finally someone came forward for Lillianne, a diabetic person, the postmaster of a nearby large city, who did not have any financial issues! By this time Lillianne was about a year old and I was extremely attached. But it was a great home, a great lady, and she kept me posted on her progress all the time, which was nice. She took her to specialists and her health improved for awhile. She took her to doggy daycare where she was the favorite dog.
Lillianne only lived to be three years old, she died of kidney failure. It was the saddest thing just about I had to deal with in rescue, even though she no longer lived with me. I've never really come to terms with WHY it all happened. All that effort for such a short life, except I think God wanted me to learn to concentrate on the ones that are easiest to help. I have to let the hardest ones go, even if you love them. But some lessons are harder than others. But when people ask me if is hard to give them away, I always think of Lillianne, who was the hardest one of all to give away, at least for me.
Lillianne was brought to me by a young couple who didn't ask the landlord about breed requirements before getting a dog. And of course, she was a pit bull. This one was a purebred. She was what we call around here a "red nose", but a pretty gold color with a liver nose and snips of white. She came to me at about eight weeks old.
Lillianne had one of the nicest, funniest personalities of all of my fosters. We got a belly laugh out of her every day.
She was a doll. She had demodectic mange, which is really common with this breed, so while I was treating her for it and letting her hair grow back, we fell in love. I didn't want to keep a pit bull, but I wanted to keep her. We took her through obedience classes and she was the star of the class, and still up for adoption while we debated.
After the mange was cured, she started having a potty issue, couldn't seem to hold it, thirsty all the time, never gained weight. I kept her in the yard during the day and crated her at night because she "leaked". She was diagnosed with something called diabetes insipidus. She needed twice daily injections. but it is very very expensive. She quickly became a burden to the group I was fostering for, and I knew I could not adopt such an expensive pet myself. Every time I had to refill her prescription, I wondered if I was doing the right thing. There were endless potty blankets to wash with her still, too. She ended up being one of my most expensive fosters. Some people donated money in her behalf.
Finally someone came forward for Lillianne, a diabetic person, the postmaster of a nearby large city, who did not have any financial issues! By this time Lillianne was about a year old and I was extremely attached. But it was a great home, a great lady, and she kept me posted on her progress all the time, which was nice. She took her to specialists and her health improved for awhile. She took her to doggy daycare where she was the favorite dog.
Lillianne only lived to be three years old, she died of kidney failure. It was the saddest thing just about I had to deal with in rescue, even though she no longer lived with me. I've never really come to terms with WHY it all happened. All that effort for such a short life, except I think God wanted me to learn to concentrate on the ones that are easiest to help. I have to let the hardest ones go, even if you love them. But some lessons are harder than others. But when people ask me if is hard to give them away, I always think of Lillianne, who was the hardest one of all to give away, at least for me.
I think it is called the Land of the Painted Caves.
And they were just really hungry and must have food 24/7 else they begin to eat their eggs IF they were. 
