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| Tempers Sweet Poison Ivy In Memory of my Beloved "Ivy" Born Feb. 1, 1997 Dec. 18, 2001 Sire: Fridays Temper Tantrum Bloodlines of Ch.Shy Arces Our Man Friday Our Hearts are broken with the lost of a Beautiful little Angel. Ivy delivered Two Little Pups on Dec. 14, 2001 last pup born Dec. 15. 2:30 Vet contacted Dec. 15, told to wait and bring in following day. Ivy had two more pups she could not deliver on her own. Dec. 16 C Section Attending Vet Very young inexperenced in C Sections. Told we could bring Ivy home on Dec. 17, Contacted vet on Dec. 17 Ivy too sick to hold her head up. We were then told we waited too late to bring Ivy in. Reminded Vet we were told to wait. Ivy was Spayed without our permission. Ask vet about this were told she was Used UP Ask what do you mean by this. Young Vet says her insides looked over used bred a lot. Ivy was 5 Years old and this was her Second litter. We gave the two pups to a foster mother. Third day at vet No better ask why she had no Iv. Said they could not get one in her. We then took her out of this place and took her straight to Mississippi State Vet. College for Second opinion. Upon first seeing Ivy State Vets said Ivy was dehyrated. In very Poor condition Less than 50% chance to live with a Operation of $2,500 Ivy Now in severe pain. With heavy Hearts Ivy was put to sleep to not indure any more Pain. Autopsy revealed that this Young Vet did not even sew Ivy up inside after spaying her.. Now we are without our little PomAngel, but Ivy's Two Babies Live on Loved and raised by a Foster Mother that lost her only baby at birth.. Pictures of Ivy's little Angels are below They will be Dearly Loved. We hope this never happen to any one else and Plan to Write the State Board... |
| The Kiss |
| Pomangels Heavely Ivy |
| Pomangels White Ivy Wings |
| Haman's White Gold Rock Ivy's Husband |
| Valentine Candy is Good?? |
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| ~Ivy we Love You~ |
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| I AM NOT THERE Do not stand at my grave and weep: I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle, autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry: I am not there, I did not die. Author Unknown |
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