It’s a sad day in the Lane house. Our sweet foster dog, Ptery (short for Pterodactyl, because he howled like one) died overnight, with no warning whatsoever. He was fine last night and this morning, when I went to get him up, he was just…gone.
He was the result of a backyard breeder – you know, the kind that want to make quick money breeding their dogs and selling the pups, but without proper accreditation? Yeah, that. Apparently there were five puppies in the litter but two of them didn’t even make it out of that yard. Cheri Wells, the Founder and Executive Chairman of LoveyLoaves (the rescue from which we got our current dog, Pippi ), was called in. Once she’d posted Ptery’s info to Facebook calling for a foster, I jumped in with my hand raised, screaming, “Me! ME!!”. She agreed to let us foster Ptery (whom they called Monkey Moo) because we were a known quantity – we’d fostered for them before. Here’s a little more about Ptery’s situation, in Cheri’s words:
Monkey Moo came to us through a rescue partnership with Pawsabilities in Port Orange. Three beagle pups with rickets were being surrendered by a backyard breeder. Three with major medical were too much for one rescue so we agreed to split them up. Upon surrender we weren’t sure exactly what the diagnosis would be as their symptoms appeared to be more in line with swimmers syndrome than rickets. Monkey was in better condition than his two sisters. Neither of the girls could walk and there were considerable deformities – including flat chests, leg growth deformities, enlarged hearts, & small tracheas – contributing to breathing difficulties and much more.All three were diagnosed with pneumonia initially, however the breathing difficulties never seemed to get much better even though his breathing remained the focus of his treatment plan. Monkey was tested for MPS and the results were inconclusive. The screening was suggestive of a metabolic disorder with the presence of a lysosomal storage disorder. More testing was required for a diagnosis. Despite Monkey thriving in your home….we couldn’t save him from his deformities. My heart really is broken. It is so amazing how these sweet, super special souls impact our lives and change them to the point that we are never the same. Each one is special in their own way….and our love never ends for them.So many dogs don’t ever get that chance and never know a kind touch or love…..one thing I know is that he had a great life with you and was truly loved during his days with you. Together, we made his rescue a success even though he didn’t live a long life. We made a difference in his life and that makes a successful rescue.