July 9th 2006 10:30 pm
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I am sick, very sick.
What started off as a heart murmur has turned into congestive heart failure and it hurts. This happened quickly. At Christmas I was ok, and now the firework season really hit me with a 'bang'!
Hey, I am dying. I still am allowed a sense of humor! Gilda went out with a smile on her face, and I plan to do the same. We Chessies are known for our wonderful smiles!
I didn't realize getting old was such a kick in the tail. Arthritis aside, my life has been remarkable. I always had good food, fun times with my tennis balls, and a great yard to roam! My dad said when I was in my prime, he would throw the tennis balls as hard as he could, right at me, and I never missed. I was a true champion! Record book material, I have to brag!
I know I was a joy to my family and my friends, and I brought laughter and love and warmth to people. Maybe they didn't know at the time that I touched them, but the pain they tell me they are feeling tells me I am loved. I can see it in their eyes, and I can feel it when they hold me.
I don't know how much time I have; these past two days, I haven't felt like carrying my favorite ball, eating my favorite food - not to say I didn't enjoy the treats I have been getting! Salami! Thanks to the greatest Dad in the WORLD for the salami!
I have been napping a lot, and eating a lot of ice! Ice is now my favorite thing in the world to eat.
Well, everyone, please pray for me, Mariah the Smiling Spud. I know all doggies go to heaven, and if you put in a good word for me...
April 2nd 2006 5:17 pm
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I hear a storm, I smell a storm, I sense the storm.
I want to go out and play, but I already smell like a partially fermented goat, so I am not going to go play outside too much until the weather changes.
I think I am getting a bath on Tuesday. My aunite brings this good smelling junk and sprays it all over my curls. I don't like it, but it makes me smell pretty.
I got to play with Kosmo the WonderLab a few days ago. I was mean to him. It just happens. I can't help it. I know he comes over to steal my stuff, I just know it. I ran around the couch growling at him, until my dad yelled at me. I STILL got out a few snarls. I was feeling particularly grouchy and alpha-ish when he was in my house.
He is so cute, though. I have never seen a prettier labrador. If I wasn't fixed, and he wasn't fixed, and I could figure out how to go about it...
There would be LabraChessies running around!
I would still snarl at him, though.
Yes I would.
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