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Share your stories of how your Pom made you laugh, cry, happy, and/or sad.
About the first day you got him/her.
My Pom, Maxie
Ccred925@aol.com
My family moved to N.C. about 4 1/2 years ago and Maxie was given free
run of the property we lived on. Unfortunately, a Chow was on the loose one day
about 2 1/2 years ago and got Maxie in a fight and she was left with a gaping
wound almost the entire circumference of her chest (lacking maybe 2"). One
of my neighbors, who happened to work in a vet's office, happened to be home
for her lunch and that was something she rarely did and knew what to do to
prevent Maxie from dying. I rushed her to the vet and Dr. McMahon took her
straight into surgery for 90 minutes and left me to pray with the office
cats. She survived the surgery with 65 stitches and the Doctor telling me he
didn't expect her to live; the next morning he was shocked to see Maxie up
and walking around in the cage in his office. His response: "I fully
expected her to be dead". Maxie stayed another night in his office and the
next morning she was released only because one of his nurses was just across
the street. Maxie recovered (oh so very slowly) and the doctor surmised all
of her injuries were superficial and nothing internal was compromised.
The power of love and prayer can go a long way!!!!!!!!!!!!
from Ccred925@aol.com
I was involved in an awful car accident this summer and would like to share the story with all.
I was driving westbound and the other two cars that were involved were traveling eastbound.
A little car rear-ended a Lexus SUV that went flying over the curb and hit my driver's side in a
T-bone type accident. I was hit and the car was turned the opposite direction and pushed
about 80 feet down the road. All windows broke on contact and my two babies were in the back seat. Dizzie our pom was thrown on impact out the back window. She must have rolled and took off because no one saw were she went. Snickerz our spitz mix waited for the initial shock to wear off and then jumped out the back window on the drivers side, which had been pushed in a
good 2 feet. I was screaming and then saw Snickerz running across the street in front of traffic and that brought me back to reality quickly. I screamed for him but he just kept running. I started screaming "my babies please someone get my babies!" A man approached me as his friend took out after Snickerz in this huge field. No one saw where Dizzie was and that is all I could think about. I didn't want help I just wanted my dogs. The paramedics arrived they had a hard time getting me to answer questions about myself, like what hurt. Truth is even though I was hurt if I'd been able to get out of my car I would have been searching for my dogs already. I had to be cut out of my car and the police told me they would send a special unit just to search for my dogs, and the guy who had been helping me look for them said he'd stay and help too. It didn't ease my mind and awful thoughts rushed through my head.
I was at the hospital for about 4 hours and then released. While there a women from another room came in and asked if I needed her to call my family and I said no and asked her to pray for me. And right then and there she held my hand and prayed for me. I'm not sure if it was her or the morphine but I started to relax after that. My husband, who showed up at the ER as soon as he was notified, was sent back out to look for my babies. I told him that was the best thing he could do for me. He arrived as I was being discharged and the look on his face made my heart sink. I burst into tears thinking the worst. He had found Snickerz his dog but my baby Dizzie was no where to be found. I said that is it, " we're going to look for her and I'm not resting until we find her. " I was wheelchair bound but I refused to feel the pain. I was going to find my baby if it killed me. So we
returned to the scene of the accident and found nothing. That's when we got the call. "Mam this is the Plano dog catchers and we've found your dog." Those were the sweetest words I've ever heard! She had approached a man in an office building close to the accident scene and been with him at his office all day. When I went to pick her up she was eating a Twinkie that his secretary was feeding her. Not a scratch on either dog. Snickerz was covered in weeds and thorns so we had him groomed that afternoon. Both were checked over by a vet and all was well, he felt that if they had been in crates the force of impact would have crushed them against the side and they would have been injured. God was watching over us that day and our prayers were answered. I'm still recovering and the dogs are doing just fine.
Gina Williams
GeeBears Poms