PATSY JEAN
Patsy - Instead of telling you my really sad story of Veterinarian negligence which prevented my recovery from life threatening allergic reaction to Prednisone, my Mom & Dad want to remember all the happy and wonderful moments in my short life.
There is one thing you should know and should never allow your Pet to do and though Mom and Dad always tried to break my bad habit of sitting up on my butt like a prairie dog and though this looked cute, this little trick caused a disc rupture in my spine that paralyzed my rear legs. And though the steroids helped me to recover to full use of my legs, the Vet did not listen to my Mom’s concern of my severe allergies to many things, like a rabies shot. And sure enough, the Prednisone caused server intestinal bleeding and eat a hole in my esophagus, which caused an infection in my chest cavity that I never recovered from.
Mon & Dad - Patsy was the sweetest of them all and always so happy and was Mom's little protector if she thought one of the other Weins was playing too rough with Mom. Mom was Patsy's favorite and never left her side, always slept next to her and always enjoyed being groomed (the only one). Patsy loved to lick your toes as you walked and when you would tell her to stop, Patsy would roll over as though saying; “I’m sorry, please rub my belly”, and then jump up and do it again.
Patsy was a big, non-stop kisser. She would lick you any where she could reach to the point it was annoying and we would tell her to stop and Patsy would look at you with her sweet face and then start licking again, again and again.
Patsy had several other close moments her short life when the Vet missed the signs of stones in her kidney and her body started shutting down but the Vet was able to save her and then just a year later, Patsy eat an “acorn” that had to be removed. Patsy recovered just fine but we were always on guard with the squeakers in the toys for she loved to chew and eat them too.
Patsy’s favorite time of the year was Christmas day; we always had 50 to 75 wrapped toys under the tree and though many of the other Weins loved to rip them open, Patsy was the master at opening Christmas presents, even someone else’s present. Patsy would not stop until every Christmas wrapping was checked twice or three times for a present.
Patsy was also the master toy killer, two to three a day and even when Harley or Bernie would take the toys from her she didn't’t care, she would just go get another one from one of the many baskets full of toys (100’s). Life was great.
We love Patsy and miss her so much and will cherish all of those special moments in her short life with us.
Love Mom & Dad
