Christopher Spivey.
Now, as I mentioned in my last article; this next one was going to be about homosexuality and the sick-fuck trans-agenda… Quite fucking good it was going to be too even if I do say so myself.
However, as the saying goes; ‘the best laid plans and all that shit…’ is now applicable, because just as I have been trying to regain my enthusiasm for writing, something else has cropped up to take the wind out of my sails.
And because of that, the planned article on the ‘fruit‘ and the ‘fruit bats‘ will have to wait and instead I am going to tell you a story – as much for my own benefit as it is for yours.
Now, I am sure that you all know of my great love for dogs especially my own who are my life. After all we literally spend 24 hours a day together, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.
But nevertheless, just so as we are all one hundred percent crystal clear on the matter, I really, really fucking love dogs and really, really fucking hate people.
“YES, YES WE GERRIT SPIVEY, YOU LOVE DOGS – GERRON WI’IT F’FUCKS SAKE“!
Okay, keep ya fucking hair on Yorkshire bloke!
Now nearly 7 years ago, I wrote quite a long article on my old website about my Rottweiler, Jasper who had died peacefully of old age on the 4th of April 2014, with his head resting on my lap.
PHOTO: A collection of images that I once put on Facebook to celebrate me hound’s birthday.
Jasper, who is buried in my back garden was in fact 2 months short of being 13 years old when he finally croaked – which is monstrously old for a Rottweiler whose average life span is 8-10 years.
Furthermore, as many of you will know, my other Rottweiler, Jessica – who absolutely adored Jasper – finally died on the 22nd of December 2019 also at the ripe old age of twelve… Three years after a vet told me that she had cancer and no more than a month to live.
Sadly, and as I have already just told you I finally had to have Jessica put down just over a year ago. She was blind by then and had a massive tumour on her leg which developed and grew alarmingly in the space of less than a month.
And of course, having to have a vet put her down obviously made her death that little bit harder for me than Jasper’s – who as I have also already told you died peacefully at home with his head resting in my lap.
PHOTO: Jessica outside the vets, She is blind and has a massive tumour on her leg.
But then again – unlike Jasper – Jessica never made my life easy… She was born naughty and never changed throughout her whole life, yet at the same time she was funny as fuck and I loved her to pieces.
PHOTO: I would find Jessica sat in the funniest of places
Nevertheless, moving on swiftly because believe it or not I am actually going somewhere with this story.
Now after Jasper died, Jessica who was around 6 yrs old at the time and also had what later turned out to be thyroid problems rapidly went down hill – to the extent that I thought she too was going to die… And if anyone thinks that I am being melodramatic and dogs do not die of a broken heart, then let me tell you that you really do not know fuck all about man’s best friend.
After all, as I say she adored Jasper and had obviously never been without him in her entire life up to that point.
And by way of a thank you, I will also point out that at the time I had spent nearly £2000 on vet bills trying to get to the bottom of what was wrong with Jess, with no success what so ever – at which point one of my readers, Paul Boland (a renown British vet) contacted me to see if he could help… An offer which was somewhat hindered by the fact that Paul lives 250 miles away from me in Liverpool.
Nevertheless, he observed her on Skype and diagnosed her with a serious thyroid problem despite her not displaying the usual signs of such.
Paul then sent me all the medication than she needed free of charge and Jessica quickly got better… Thank you Paul, I will be eternally great-full mate.
And of course that fact is one in the eye for all of the pathetic, half-baked gob-shite, nonentities who wrongly believe that my readers are made up of uneducated morons.
But I digress. So with Jessica being so ill and obviously ‘lost’ without Jasper, I decided that the best course of action was to buy another pup for Jessica to mother – ideally another Rottweiler… I fucking love Rottweilers, don’t cha know.
However, as sods law would have it there were none to be found anywhere in Essex at that point in history, except for some robbing bastard in Epping Forest who wanted £1000 for one of his litter (the going price back then was between £400 – £500).
In fact there seemed to be a huge shortage of any pedigree pups in Essex back in April 2014 – unless I wanted a Paris Hilton type designer handbag dog or a Labradoodle, but that is Essex for ya… And at this point I will just say that I have nothing against little dogs or Labradoodles – they are just not for me (although to my mind Labradoodles are a rip off for the price they fetch because they are basically mongrels).
And once again, before anyone takes offence and starts cunting me off, I will also point out that I have nothing against mongrels either; they too are just not for me… See how hard this fucking job is? I have to explain every little fucking thing.
Now, I should also tell you that the day after Jasper died, one of my readers in Manchester contacted me on Facebook and told me that his Rottweiler was due a litter sometime in the near future and he was happy to let me have one for free when they were born… Which was very fucking nice of him.
Yet the fact remained that I didn’t know this fella from Adam and for me here in Essex, Manchester was a lot more than a ten minute round trip.
Moreover, for all I knew this fella might just as easily have been a Billy Bullshitter – an awful lot of people are to be frank, so to be quite honest I didn’t take too much notice of his extremely kind offer at the time. And besides, I truly believed that I needed to buy a pup as a matter of great urgency.
Soooo, such was the desperate situation with Jessica that I decided I would settle for any large breed of pedigree dog and that is how I ended up getting my Yellow Labrador Benny… Who is fucking lovely.
PHOTO: Puppy Benny, my grandson Clayton with a recovering Jessica in the background, taken in April 2014.
And as usual, I was right because Jessica – who had a proper fucking nasty streak towards other dogs – took to Benny right away.
PHOTO: Benny & Jessica
Course – as per usual for me – no more than a week after forking out £400 for Benny, sods law struck again when the fella from Manchester contacted me once more to tell me that his Rottweiler had delivered her puppies and I could collect my £400 worth of freebie in 8 weeks time… An offer that I could hardly say no to, being – as I say – I am a proper fucking sucker for Rottweilers, despite the fact that I never ever planned on having more than two dogs at any one time.
And that is how Buster came to be a huge part of my family.
PHOTO: A young Buster
Mind you, getting him from Manchester to Rochford in Essex was a logistical nightmare since I was certain that my old car would never make it there and back.
Nevertheless, that problem was finally solved when my dear friend, Lisa P (who used to run my on-line shop) and lives quite near to Birmingham arranged for a lorry driver friend of hers to pick up Buster in Manchester and drop him off at hers.
Buster then stayed with her for 3 weeks until she and my other great friend, Dogman (formally a moderator and adviser on my old site) came to visit me, by which time Lisa had fallen in love with the 8 week old puppy, named him Buster and wanted to keep him.
Which to be fair, I might have let her since I now had the newly acquired Benny; had it not been for the fact that Buster was – at the very least – £400 worth of free gift so to then give him away would have been at best; taking the right fucking piss out of the fella who gave me him… And besides, he was cute as fuck.
Mind you, it is not an understatement to say that Jessica was not too thrilled with the new addition to the family and she would threaten to bite his head off every time he got brave enough to approach her… A completely different reaction to the one she had with Benny’s arrival.
Therefore, as a consequence for the first few weeks I had to take Buster with me whenever I left my house for fear of coming home and finding him ripped to pieces, with Jessica sat on the window cill pleased as fucking punch with herself.
PHOTO: Jessica sat on the window cill, pleased as fucking punch with herself.
Nevertheless, I should also point out that despite Jess being fearless and always up for attacking any strange dog that crossed her path, never once in her 12 years on earth did she display even the tiniest bit of aggression towards a human.
Quite the opposite in fact:
PHOTO: Jessica and my grandson Clayton
However, on the flip side Benny accepted Buster right from the start… In fact despite him also being a bit scared of Jess, he would rush over to the aid of young Buster every time she growled at him.
And to be fair it didn’t take Jess too long before she accepted Buster into her domain… I think that she just wanted to establish her dominance and rightful place at the top of the pecking order.
Moreover, despite Buster growing to be head and shoulders taller than Jess and twice as powerful, she remained the boss of the pack right up until she died – and when she finally did, both Benny and Buster were lost without her.
In fact, despite his size, Buster was the most placid of all 3 of them and unlike Jess, he loved all dogs.
And now I will get to the point.
“About fecking time Spivey“.
Fuck off Irish fella… Now despite Buster being huge with the biggest paws you have ever seen and legs as long & thick as a racehorse, I began to be a bit concerned that once he reached maturity (around 4 years old) his body wasn’t filling out the way that it should have – Rottweilers are meant to be chunky – despite his enormous appetite.
I had even taken him to the vets on two previous occasions to get him checked out – and both times I was assured that he was fine.
PHOTO: Despite Buster being the tallest Rottweiler I have ever seen, he never filled out properly.
Nevertheless, despite those assurances that Buster was absolutely fine, there was still a niggling doubt in the back of my mind that told me he wasn’t – but hey, what can you fucking do when most vets share the same god-complex as doctors.
Then about 4 weeks ago I noticed that he was not eating his food with the same zest as he normally did. He had also taken to coughing and having bouts of breathlessness.
Therefore I once again phoned the vets (or at least my daughter Stacey did as I very rarely use the phone) to try and get him an appointment.
And that was easier said than done because it now appears to me that Vet Practices are taking the Covid bollox even more seriously than our hospitals are – meaning that they are only seeing pets as emergencies… Which Buster clearly was not, despite him being obviously unwell.
Nevertheless, Stacey persevered and the Vet finally agreed to see Buster a couple of days later. Course, on the way there and in the waiting room Buster was that excited that he was bouncing around like an overgrown pup, to the extent that I thought the receptionist might tell us to fuck off and stop wasting their time… Which obviously she didn’t.
We were then called into the consulting room where I told the vet that Buster was off his food and was coughing along with signs of being short of breath… I also once again expressed my concern about his weight as Buster to me was now looking thinner than ever.
Yet after being weighed – which Buster found to be great fun – the vet confirmed that he had not lost any weight since the last time that he had been weighed there a year or so earlier. He then listened to Buster’s heart and lungs and declared them to sound normal.
However, after rogering Buster with a thermometer the vet found him to have a high temperature which he said he thought was nothing more than a virus… In fact I am a bit surprised that he didn’t declare my mutt to have Covid.
Nevertheless, he prescribed Buster with a weeks worth of antibiotics and the same amount of pain killers, which I found a little strange as you are not really in pain if you have a virus… Are you?
Actually, ignore that question as it don’t matter anyway… The consultation then ended with the vet telling me to bring Buster back if there was no improvement once he had completed the course of tablets – which he actually finished on Tuesday the 9th of February.
Now I have to say that on completion of the antibiotics Buster didn’t seem too bad, although he still wasn’t eating with his usual two seconds and it’s gone routine. However, by Saturday the 13th (4 days later) his cough and shortness of breath had returned.
Worse still, it was clear to me that by the next day the poor boy was in quite a lot of distress and couldn’t settle in any one place for more than 5 minutes at a time – in fact he kept me awake all of that Sunday night with his constant restlessness.
And at this point I will give you a little tip: You can tell if your dog is not very well by looking at their gums because if there is nothing wrong with your pooch, their gums will be bright pink. However, if your dog is very unwell their gums will be nearly white. Therefore the lighter shade of pink that your dogs gums are, the sicker your hound is… Busters gums were by now very nearly snow white.
But once again I digress and on that Sunday, in-between Buster’s constant quests to find somewhere to get comfortably laid down, he just kept either sitting and staring at me or coming over to me to be stroked… So I asked my daughter, Stacey to get him another appointment, for the next day (Monday the 15th) as a mini emergency – whilst reminding her to tell the receptionist that the vet had told me himself to bring Buster back if there was no improvement.
Anyway, to cut a long story short…
“Why I, a wish you foockin’ would Spivey“.
Fuck off Geordie-boy! We then ended up back at the vets for a 3 PM appointment on the Monday afternoon. And to my embarrassment, Buster was once again bouncing around like Zebedee on Speed – without a care in the fucking world.
In fact you would have thought that it was Benny (who came along with us because he had never ever been left on his own in his whole life) who was the sick animal because he’s that fucking fat (despite him always eating a lot less than Buster) that I had to lift him into the car, where he just laid down on the back seat without moving for the entire journey.
Nevertheless, once there we then got called in to see the vet (a different one to the one who had seen Buster two weeks before) and as such I once again relayed Buster’s symptoms, told him what the other vet had said on the last visit and expressed great concern about his much worsening condition.
And to be fair, this vet was a hundred times more thorough in his examination than the last one was, which now included anally raping the poor boy, along with listening to his heart and lungs for a lot longer and in a lot more places… In fact in hindsight I should have paid much more attention to the look of concern in the vets eyes as he examined him.
The vet then told me that Buster was “quite” (note, not severely) dehydrated – which I was surprised at because he had been drinking normally – and as a consequence he wanted to arrange for me to take Buster from there to another vet’s where he would stay overnight, being as this vet’s practice did not offer 24 hour care.
He then said that this other practice would pump fluids into Buster overnight, along with an arrangement for them to bring him back there the following morning – at which point he would sedate Buster and carry out some x-rays and other tests, after which I could then come and pick him up.
He then took Buster out back where he fitted him with a cannular in readiness for this other vet’s practice to give him his fluids. And whilst he was doing that he also carried out a blood test – which I was quite relieved to hear him tell me that on preliminary testing had shown up no signs of abnormalities.
Nevertheless I was quite upset and worried because Buster had never spent a single night away from Me & Benny and with me being extremely antisocial he is not really used to interaction with other people. In fact the vet had to physically drag him away from me to take him out back.
Now as I say, I knew in my heart of hearts that Buster had something seriously wrong with him, despite him only being six and a half years old and appearing to be healthy to anyone who saw him, other than me.
Therefore, my plan was to have the vet officially diagnose whatever was wrong with Buster and if he had cancer – as I suspected – I would then take him home and like I did with Jessica; immediately start him on PROPER Cannabis Oil – not the shit that they sell in shops… Trust me, the proper stuff really does cure cancer or at worst prolongs a victims life by years.
And if you are smart you will take my advice and buy it from my good friend Ben (see HERE), who makes it himself and is extremely knowledgeable on what variation & strength of oil to use for your particular medical needs (CBD oil doesn’t just cure cancer, it can also cure a huge number of other serious and mild diseases and conditions).
So anyway, needing to know exactly what was wrong with Buster in order to get him the right type of oil, I then had to put on my big boy pants and drive him over to this 24 hr vets – who were by now expecting his arrival.
However, on announcing through the intercom that we were here, we were told to go back to the car and someone would be out to collect Buster shortly… I told you these mad cunts are more paranoid about the Covid hoax than our hospitals are.
Course, it broke my heart to not be able to take my boy in myself and sure enough the fella who came for him – visored, masked and suited up like he was hoping not to catch the black plague – had to use all his strength to drag a-paws-a-scraping, very scared, Buster into the building… The last memory that Benny has of him.
Now, because I am pretty much deaf, this vets practice had my daughter’s phone number as Buster’s contact details (because as I say, I never use mine and more often than not, I do not hear the fucking thing ring anyway) and when Stacey rang them at 9 PM later on that night to make sure that Buster was okay, she was told that he was absolutely fine, laid down & relaxed, receiving his fluids.
Which to be honest – knowing Buster like I do – I did not believe that he was “fine” for one fucking second. After all they aint going to say that he “is terrified and howling like fuck“, are they?
They also told Stacey in that phone conversation that Buster would be transported back to my vets practice at ‘around 9 in the morning’ for his X-rays & whatnot’s and we would be able to collect him some time in the afternoon as planned.
And that was it until they rang Stacey at 6 in the morning to tell her that Buster had died at around 4 o’clock. They also told her that he had died peacefully in his sleep which I, as a relatively intelligent man do not believe for one fucking second.
They then subsequently went on to say that following his death, they had carried out a scan which had shown Buster’s heart to be horribly enlarged and surrounded by water – along with the offer of sending us a copy of the scan, to presumably prove it.
Course, whether it was the fluids that killed him, or whether his heart had advanced disease I will never know because “hey he’s only a dog, shit happens and they certainly are not going to do an autopsy, so get over it“.
After all, even if they were negligent they certainly are not going to admit to it and I certainly do not have the means to pursue the matter… Even if I wanted to.
You see, strangely enough I am not interested in what caused his death at this point in time, because the only relevant facts that matter to me are that he is fucking dead and there is not a single thing in the world that I can now do to bring him back.
Mind you, I do know with 99.9% certainty that my beautiful, loyal, loving Buster would never, ever have died that night had I taken him home with me that afternoon, because even if his heart was due to give out you can bet your fucking life that it was the fear and anxiety of being away from Me & Benny that caused it to stop beating.
After all, earlier on in the day he had eaten his breakfast and part of Benny’s too. He was then jumping around in the car like the seat was made of red hot tin and in the vets waiting room he jumped up on his back legs to put his front paws on my knee… Hardly the actions of a dog at death’s door is it?
You then also have to bear in mind the considerable fight that Buster put up in an effort to stop the spaceman from dragging him into the 24 hr surgery.
Moreover, what is also another huge painful kick in the bollox for me is the fact that had I brought Buster home instead of letting them keep him over night and by some minuscule chance he had died that night, then at least he would have died in the safety of his own home, surrounded by love.
I therefore now have to live with the knowledge that my beautiful boy died scared and alone in a strange, baron cell, along with the fact that the last image that Benny has of his beloved partner in crime is him being dragged away by some muppet with a fear of catching a fucking cold.
Sooo, once again it is fair to say that Buster’s death has hit me far harder than my adored Jasper’s & Jessica’s deaths did at the time.
Course that is not to imply that I loved Buster more than them – on the contrary I had both of the other two twice as long as I had Buster – it’s simply because I knew both Jasper & Jessica had more than fulfilled their life span and I had plenty of time to prepare for their departure from this world.
And above all else, I was there with them when they did.
Therefore, to say that me and Benny (who has hardly eaten a thing since Monday morning) are utterly devastated is an under statement, so please bear with me if I am slow in writing the next article xx.
PHOTO: Me, Lisa P (who had given Buster his name), my grandson, Roman and Benny taken last night (Saturday, 20th of February 2021). Lisa had made the long journey down from the Midlands to come and see me after I had informed her off Buster’s unexpected death.
I’m so very sorry my love I know pets are a massive part of the family. I’m so pleased Pea came to see you. Big hugs Melanie xxx
Thanx Mel. Yes it was really nice to see Lisa again after all this time. xx
Another sad day for you Chris. We can only do our best. Hindsight is wonderful but pretty useless. I hope you feel better soon x
Thank you mate x
Sorry to hear the passing of Buster’s. It is difficult to face and comfort a loved one knowing he/she will go. But to be apart and never say your goodbyes it is much harder to grieve. Take care. God bless Chris xx
Thank you Koulla.
Chris I am so sorry…we lost our lovely Habibi two weeks ago…she was never the same after an awful visit to our ex vets in November…they insisted on taking an extremely anxious cat into their consult room without me, attempted to force her mouth open to look at her teeth whereby she flew away from them and I witnessed her literally hit a glass internal window in her desperation to get away from them. I registered with the practice my daughter is a receptionist at and the new vet Mario is absolutely lovely, he treated her and she appeared to bounce back but, just before her planned dental surgery, she passed away. Mario called me after I called them to inform them and he was quite upset, thankfully this practice is great and allows us to go in with our fur family. As a side note I’m treating one of our other cats with Rife therapy and seem to have brought her back from deaths door with one very amazed vet following her progress. All I can say is that I send all my love and all your beautiful dogs are in a far better place. xx
Thank you Serena. Fortunately there are a lot of good vets out there (Paul Boland for instance) who genuinely care about the animals they treat. Unfortunately, there are far too many who just care about getting their clients cash in their hands.xx
Hi Chris,
I am so sorry to hear about Buster. You are obviously devastated, mate.
Cheers
Paul
Thanks Paul. Yes I am mate but life goes on. Thank you once again for all your help and support over the years.
Chris, there’s nothing I can say that will make a real difference.
You are right, animals are much more kind and full of love than people are, we could learn a lot from them if we lost our arrogance.
Take comfort from the fact that some things are not random or chance, they are meant to be.
Those dogs were absolutely meant to cross paths with you and grow old by your side, every one of them ended up exactly where they were supposed to be.
You will be in my thoughts, take good care of yourself.
Andy.
Thanks mate x
Feel, for you, Chris. You write beautifully about your dogs, a testament to your love and their’s.
Thanks Nigel x
Thanks for relaying this very sad story to us, my heart goes out to you.
Thanks mate
In the face of emotional turmoil, hazmat suits and urgency, you did your absolute best for Buster Chris. I hope the days of the void left behind by Buster are bearable more and more as time goes on. Sleep well Buster😔X
Thanks Claire x
Aww Chris I am so so sorry for your loss and I do know what you are going through. I lost my girl of nearly 14 years in Sept and it’s changed me. I wasn’t allowed in the room while the vet checked her over, had to wait outside and somehow felt she was stressed without me in there and Ive felt guilty. I was there when she went to sleep. I miss her so much, she was my first dog. Always by my side and I believe she knew when I was sad. I have another rescue dog which helps me to get out, or I wouldn’t bother. Chris take all the time you need before you write again. XXX
Thanks Trish x
Truly dreadful Chris.
Stan, our 7 year old yellow lab became very ill, very quickly in December, so we did the local vet (not our own, who is a mate and not local) as it was late Sunday evening. 24 hours later after an initial poor diagnosis, he was operated on to remove a 2 inch lump of the cob, (from a corn on the cob), that was blocking his stomach. He was away for 3 days in ‘hospital’ and like Benny, never leaves my side, especially since Mr Hancock stopped me working almost a year ago. Stan too was taken to and from my car by a succession of faceless people. My daughter was in pieces.
Nice that you are back in the saddle, but no idea how you find the enthusiasm. Its been a bleak winter.
On a positive note; was walking Stan last week. Most arseholes I meet over The Common do the Covid shuffle and back themselves into trees to avoid me, whereas I approached a couple of ladies on a very thin track who didnt flinch. I thanked them for not being stupid. 90 mins later, me and my 2 new best mates had talked about everything. Scratched the surface at least.
Both mind blowingly switched on. One around 40, the other closer to 80. We had a Covid free hug as we parted and vowed to meet up again. A very, very uplifting morning..
I tell anyone struggling with the current shite to get a dog….
Thanks mate x
So, so sorry for your loss Chris. Dogs never ask for anything other than your love , walkies and their din-dins. They don’t call them “man’s (or woman’s) best friends for nothing. They fill your heart with love for them but also leave a gaping hole when we lose them. As always, much love to you and yours and massive hugs to Benny xXx
Thanks Maz xx
Oh this is sad news indeed Chris, I hurt more when animals go than when people go. I’m as cynical as they come yet I believe in afterlife, they’ll be awaiting us along with everyone else who’s gone on before.
Thanks mate x
Sorry to hear about your loss Chris. Loosing a beloved pet can be worse than loosing a relative. I’m a dog lover myself and reading your article about your beloved dogs was very touching and brought back some memories for me. Particularly how you described Jess. I use to own a St Bernard who., because he was attacked by another dog as a pup I would have to be extra cautious when letting him off his lead as he would go for any dog in his vicinity. Weighing in at 15 stone + you can imagine the carnage he could cause, though thankfully he didn’t have a strong bite. Yet with people, particularly kids, he was an angel.
Even though he passed nearly 20 years ago I still miss him.
Anyway you have my sympathy. Take care.
Thanks mate x
I’m so sorry mate its a horrible thing to go through and made even worse by the fact he was away from his family.
Regarding cannabis oil my brother in law was diagnosed with terminal cancer at the end of April 2020 and to my surprise was taking cannabis oil along with the recommended chemo, which he got at great expense from a friend. I’m pretty sure he was mugged off as it seemed to have no effect and he died at home on the 4th of January 2021 being cared for by my wife and myself.
What he went through in his last few weeks i would not wish on my worst enemy and i have vowed never to have any chemo nor donate any money to cancer research. They have come no further in 100 years.
If my wife and I had not called paramedics in his last hours to give him oxygen, morphine and later by a doctor a sedative he would have died in agony. He passed away in his sleep a few hours later with my wife by his side. He was only 55.
Ive seen cannabis oil advertised on the TV but they dont even say what the fuck its for!
Anything you can buy over the counter in my opinion isnt worth a light.
Hi Rob,
I am sorry to hear about your brother in law.
However, what you have to remember is that Cannabis Oil is not a 5 minute cure – it takes time and a lot of people think “fuck it this isn’t working” and give up… Big mistake.
Course, the oil isn’t going to save everyone and the less advanced the cancer then the better the odds of being cured, but also bear in mind that Chemo kills a lot more people than it saves.
Certainly, if I get cancer I will not subject myself to Chemo and instead I will rely solely on the oil (although diet too is obviously important).
Cannabis Oil may seem expensive but that is because it is a slow process to create and takes a lot of plants to do so (which first also have to be grown and tended to). However, once you have made the outlay it will last you a long time because you only need take a couple of drops daily of the liquid or a rice grain sized bit of the paste.
Moreover and very importantly I did point out in the article that you should only buy Cannabis Oil from certain places online that have been recommended to you by someone you trust and definitely never ever over the counter of somewhere like Holland & Barrett’s or a TV advert… That shit definitely doesn’t work.
There are different variations of Oil with different strengths and applications and the link that I provided in the article will take you to CBD Brothers who I cannot recommend highly enough… And indeed are the only ones I recommend at this moment in time.
CBD Brothers is run by Ben who I know personally and used to moderate some years ago on the old site, under the name of ‘Gallows’.
Hope this helps and you are well mate. xx
So sorry for your loss Chris. A few years ago I lost a beautiful Staffie and a Staffie cross-breed within a year of each other. I’m still heartbroken. The girl died in my arms at the Harmsworth Animal Hospital in North London. This poem gives me a lot of comfort.
If it should be that I grow weak, and pain should keep me from my sleep, then will you do what must be done, for this last battle can not be won.
You will be sad I understand, but don’t let grief then stay your hand, for on this day, more than all the rest, your Love for me must stand the test.
We’ve had so many happy years, what is to come can hold no fears. You wouldn’t want me to suffer so, so please be strong, and let me go.
Take me to where my needs they’ll tend, and stay with me until the end. Please hold me tight and speak to me, until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree, that it’s a kindness that you did for me, and although my tail its last has waved, from pain and suffering I’ve been saved.
Don’t be sad that it must be you, who has to decide this thing to do, we’ve been so close for all these years……don’t let your heart hold any tears.
Thank you Violet x
I know how you feel, Chris. I’m a dog lover who also loves cats, and we lost our beloved feline on New Year’s Eve.
We’d suspected for a long time that the main problem was in her mouth, but the nearby vet wouldn’t listen, just put her on steroids. In the end it was too painful for her to eat.
She spent a night at the emergency vet on the other side of town (animal “hospital”), but it was too late. We did at least get to spend her last few minutes with her, and she was happy to have us there.
Hurts doesn’t it Mate. x
Very sorry to read this one Chris.. a terrible thing to endure the loss of such a friend.
Hope you are holding up OK.
Thanks mate.
Hi Chris,
Being an animal lover myself and having lost two of my previous cats, first one to lymphoma and the next one to a terrible head injury from being hit by a car, I understand your pain of losing your dog.
It took me about a year to get over the loss of my first cat and now I have the unexpected and shocking loss of my own mother from {Covid} pneumonia last month to deal with.
My mum so loved dogs and in her last few years after I moved out of her house to be independent, all she went on about was getting a dog. I tried putting her off, knowing she was just getting too old to cope with a new dog in her late 70s.
She never got to have one or downsize to a bungalow where at least I could have got her a cat for company.
The genocidal bastards in authority helped her along her journey to the afterlife by treating her by pumping oxygen and fucking Fauci drugs and then pulling the oxygen off when they deemed it fit to do so according to them, instead of cheap hydroxychloroquine and Ivermectin from the start, which just may have turned her around.
Now these monsters are going on about vaccinating our dogs and cats with the Covid jab to halt the spread of the virus…….I really am losing a reason to go on living on this planet. The afterlife is looking a lot sweeter by the day.
I know the feeling well, but life is too precious to duck out early Anna. It’s a cliche I know, but just take one day at a time. xx
Elsa, sorry for you loss. Im like you. I have a great dislike for some people. I’ve put a post above saying how I changed my T shirts for Chris’ t shirts. I would like a new one in white,so hope Lisa gets some up and running. Take care . Trish xxx
So sorry for the way you lost Buster Chris,i dont think i would be able to stay calm if this had happened to me.
Hold fast lad.
Thanks mate.x
How sad. Awful to lose a dog, particularly in these circumstances.
Thank you x
Hi chris,
So sorry for your loss mate,i would think if like you say he would of been making a racket due to being alone and unsure of his surroundings they could of just got sick of hearing him and put him down the bastards,you never know now adays,people are so fucking selfish and heartless and just dont give a fuck,its horrible not knowing exactly what happened with him,the fuckers and i know how you must be feeling about regretting even taking him and leaving him,like you say,what a shame!
im the same as in, love dogs,my dog lived too about 14,he was a golden retreaver lab cross,great dog though,he was murder for stalking bitches on heat,he would wait for the owner to take them out for a walk and pounce,god he was ruthless,no end of times he would come home limpimg cause some owner would boot him to try and get him off there dog.Im not exaggerating he must have over a 1000 sons and daughters out there,ive seen quite a few,he also loved a drink,ive had carry him up the stairs before now and i used hide him under pool tables and everyone would keep filling the ash tray up for him all night,he loved it!
We would pay £35 have him trimmed and washed by this woman and straight away he would go and fucking roll in cow dung in the field a few streets away,every fucking time.
He went missing one day and we put a shout out on the radio for him and a woman rang us from 20 odd mile away and we went fetch him,fuck knows how he ended up all the way over there,must of been after a bitch on heat,god knows exactly what went on though as it was the same day after a few hours we rang the radio station so how he got over there so quick,we never knew.
I also hate people,which ive realised more since day one of this 2 week flatten the curve lock down,has everyone forgot the lock down was only meant too last for 2 weeks? fucking unreal!
Ive only come across one person who has said they new someone who has had covid and this person said they died from it,she said 2 people actually,who were related too her she said, i said they were murdered they did not die from covid,she did not like me saying that too her,then i said they died in hospital didn`t they & she said yes,i said again then,they were murdered.
She even lied and said they both had autopsies to prove they died of covid which i new was a lie as no one was having them done,this conversation was in may/june 2020 so i new she was lying,these people are so fucking dumb its unreal,then its on my case about me not wearing a mask in her shop & pointing to a pieice of paper hanging from the ceiling by a piece of selotape and saying its the law,ha ha unreal, it was some bullshit from the council about wearing masks and it didn`t even mention anything about a fucking law,i know exactly why you say you hate people mate.
ive not got a mask & never getting one and never fucking wearing one,the reason because im not that stupid too think they would help me when i know for a fact it would actually do me more harm which is obviosly the real reason why they want everyone wearing one,its so obvious,i just can not believe other people can not work that one out for themselves,all the idiots say is it is better too be safe than sorry,ive had about 5 people say the exact same thing too me,ive stopped even mentioning anything now,these morons are beyond helping!
Anyone else realise the george floyd “i carn`t breathe” psyop came out at the same time as the mask mandates,yeah cause now these idiots can not breathe cause they put a mask on that hinders your oxygen intake.
These white people walking down the street with black lives matter signs are mainly hired for the day too fool the plebs watching the idiot box and then you see one getting interviewed,its 95% all bullshit,even the tv stations hire them just for show.
I totally understand why the parasites hate us all so much and want as many of us gone as possible,i hate too say it but i feel the exact same way,these people queing up for an injection or too be tested when if it was not for the idiot box or the jewspapers no one would know about the supposed virus so why the hell would you want too be tested when there is fuck all wrong with you,its unreal as all these idiots are doing is helping them then boost the bullshit numbers up.
I bet ive asked you this before,i carn`t remember? Has lisa got any t-shirts left? Ive emailed her and txted her on the number i had for her but got no replies?
Gutted for you mate,stay safe!
Thanks mate and no there are no t-shirts left. And even if there were they would now have the wrong site address on them.
Chris I got 3 1 for me any the others for my dogs! and I’ve now blacked out the address on them and done your new address one, it was easy peasey. Hope you are feeling a little better now, we don’t always write comments but we all miss you and your true writings. Trish xxx
Realize now, I caught the wrong train. Need to change at the next station. Good luck everyone. Byeee.
OH ok then mate,these have faded so i can not see anything on the front of them anymore,get some more made up then with the new details on,i want a t-shirt that says “vacinate this” with a hand giving the finger but dont know where get one from, ive seen guiseppe vafanculo wearing one,id wear that with pride mate every fucking where.
I remember i used have your card in my back window,the card you used send out,or lisa did saying thanks for the purchase but with the “just sayin” on the other side,so people behind me could see it,hopeing send a few viewers your way.
Take care!
Chris , really saddened to read about Buster . They are so special to us .
I had an uncle (Jack) .He had an iron stall in the Battersea market in the 50`s , you couldn’t fool him for second .An amateur boxer and as tough as a leather bottle but honest as the day is long. F.**k knows what he`d make of London today, he`d think he was in another country , as for “transgender” …&^%$!
He owned for years ,a little one-eyed terrier called “Mr Pits “. that used to sit on the end of his stall and only barked if any of the Wandsworth kids who came over, tried to nick stuff. When I think of Jack and Mr Pits , they bring back happy memories of childhood Saturday mornings in 1950s Battersea.
Thank you for this article Chris, most people who have read will have family members passing, and in panic / stress made decisions they would later regret
It is a learning experience, you become more compassionate and understanding of the frailty in others. Look after yourself, I will light a candle for you and your family
Off-topic, and no disrespect intended to poor Buster and his human family, but imho it’s important to get this out to as many people as possible as quickly as possible.
ht tp://www.thetruthseeker.co.uk/?p=228845
Ever wondered why so many corrupt politicians are so desperate to
make a lot of moneyget us all “protected” against an imaginary “killer plague” that exists only in their sick minds?Had to have my lab euthanised this week
Truly horrible experience
Nearly been a week now and I am still all out at sea
Hope the clouds are dissappearing for you spivster
Hi Chris,
I only heard about Buster tonight and I’m genuinely gutted for you mucker. Buster was a stunning puppy and grew up to be a cracking dog too, as was Benny. You have been blessed with lovely dogs. I recall you telling me that Jessica didn’t like being left without human company and I found out that I had to be nimble getting out the front door, lol. I’m down to 3 dogs now and I realised I wasn’t giving them enough attention, so I’ve knocked facebook on the head. It was winding me up too much anyway! Having seen Ben’s set up at CBD Brothers , I thoroughly recommend it. I’m gobsmacked that the site wasn’t blocked on this pc, so will try to comment more often.
Thanks mate. Busters sudden death was a shock to say the least. x
My son’s female Jack Russell came back to him after she died six years ago. She is buried outside our livingroom window now. She died in the night beside the black couch. I came out and found her. She came back to him a day later as a ball of light running across the top of the black leather couch she loved. Your Buster will come back to you….trust me….he loved you and your other dogs and he WILL come back to you. He described the ball of light as a light greenish color and you hear a clock that the time has started over. She has come back several times to him now over the years. I have even seen her ‘ghost’ several times in the hallway running. He was very attached to her. I feel your pain deeply Chris and will pray that Buster comes back to comfort you. Take care. Love, Linda
Hi Linda,
I read an article in the Washington Post the other day about how – for some people – losing a pet is just as traumatic and upsetting as losing a relative… An MSM article that I totally agree on for once.
Chris x
Hello Chris, really sorry to hear about the loss of your lovely dog. We have had three dogs over the years so I know what you are going through at the moment. I’ve been laid up for a few weeks so have been unable to post any comments.
could it be that the social engineers who wanted immobilisers in cars funded the songs and movies about joyriding and ramraiding?
could it be that the people who want to get people microchipped are stealing the dogs?
it’s ok to rfid chip the homeless and mentally ill isnt it?it’s ok to chip the kids isnt it?after all they will probably get saviled.we could train dogs to use hand guns.qui custodiet custodes? anyway