January 22nd 2015 11:22 am
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the morning walk,
Prevent the cat from meowing with a tuna can,
Silence the passing cars, walk with muffled steps,
For I mourn her so, my Tally, my sister & friend.
Let birds circle chirping sadly overhead,
Scribble in the snow the message 'She is Dead'.
Put crepe black bows round your collars today,
Let the squirrels look for their nuts at ease this day.
She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My morning walk and my lazy-pal rest,
My noon, my midnight, my bark, my howl;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The treats are not wanted now; put away every one,
Pack up the mountain and dismantle the woods,
Pour away the lake and the river; no use for them now,
For she can no longer come along, to enjoy them, no more.
After "Funeral blues" by W. H. Auden
January 3rd 2015 9:53 pm
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2014 was a mixed year for us, as a family. For me personally, it went well. Got a new pet sitter that is extremely gently, nice, responsible and smells so, so nice, which for me is important; I like nice-smelly girls. Got many new balls to play fetch -although by the end of the year they all were missing so I needed new ones. Winter came, so my summer allergies are over and that is nice. Got some treats as a Christmas present, a new bow tie to wear for New Year's & a Season Greetings Card from our pals Riley, Caileigh & Quinn.
On the other paw, for my dear big sis Tallulah it was not an easy year. She turned 9 years old and that is ancient for a Great Dane, so naturally she has old age related problems. But that's not all! Her belly flipped in the inside on June and she had this mayor surgery from which she recovered quite well. But, alas!, the really bad news came in August; she had a small ball in her left paw and after a visit to the vet the very worst word one can hear, the most hated one of them all, was the diagnosis: cancer.
So, since that day our family and our daily routines have been changing bit by bit in order to help her. Walks have become, little by little, more though and as days go by that gorgeously strong-stubborn-never tiring lady has become a gentle, delicate and even brittle one.
We all try to keep bad thoughts afar, 'this is no time to be sad -mom says-, this is a time to enjoy every day we get to have with her, to pamper her, to make her feel loved and comfortable.'
So when she needs to be left alone to rest I behave nice and let her. When she needs company I'm there by her side. When she needs help and encouragement to eat I give it to her. When she needs to take a walk I walk along and even thou I wanna jump and run and play as we used to I follow her new slow pace as her sick paw won't let her go faster. These days that small golf-size ball has grown into a softball-size one.
She tells me a lot about her younger days. About how much she transformed mom and dad's lives. How she made them better persons, more responsible, no longer self-centred and much more aware of how crucial is to take care of animals and the planet. She taught them change was good and that they could make a difference by keeping themselves congruent.
Just the other day she told me how she made them help stray dogs found homes, back in Mexico, how they rescued them and helped them find their families. How they even have a dog related blog that helps create consciousness on what it means to bring a dog into your life. How she found me on the street and let me stayed until mom and dad realized I already was part of the family.
In the end, the change that Tallulah brought them keeps on happening and, in this search to be congruent Mom became a vegetarian a year ago. Nowadays here in Canada, they support rescue homes and animal associations frequently.
She then told me that more sooner than latter it is going to be my turn to keep mom and dad legit. To keep them in a good track, as she won't be around. It made me very sad, but also proud to know she trusted me, trusted us -the family- to keep on with the work she had done all along her life: bring consciousness and good change to the lives of those around you by preaching by example.
Mom is right, this is no time to be sad. This is the time lo keep on learning from her daily example of courage, good will and spiritual strength. It is time to enjoy her and let my admiration for her show, because I have never been so proud to know that my big sister is a hero; she is my hero no doubt!
January 27th 2014 9:25 am
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We were really sad to learn that Dogster's community section, where we've kept our blogs for a long time (Mathias, who is now 4 years old, started his Dogster page at 3 months old) is closing down. Now, as dogs, we can only speculate as to the reasons. Dogster was a place where we could express ourselves to like-minded doggies (and their humans), and that was an important part of our dog-lives.
Hugely important events, such as the adoption of Aullido and Mathias, as well as devastating ones, like the passing of Aullido and Bela, and Talluhah's near-death experiences, were much better when shared with our friends, who gave us tremendous support and were always there to share our joy and ease our burdens.
We now "scramble" to collect contact information for our friends, knowing that friendships will endure and we will keep in touch. So let's leave it at that; social networks may come and go, but friendships will last, so let this be a "see you over there", rather than a "goodbye"!. Be seeing you!
P.S. We'll still check our paw mail in the coming weeks, so if you'd like to stay in touch with us, let us know so we can share contact details.
- Mathias & Tallulah & Family