July 29th 2013 2:36 am
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Wishbone...Wishbone. What can I say about my Wishbone? About 17 years ago or so, I was channel surfing and what?! Was that a dog? Reverse...yup, it's a dog! A cute dog! Of course, any dog is cute to me...but I don't think I know what kind of dog this is and, oh, this program is cute. I wonder what it's called? I find out it's called WISHBONE and it's on PBS. I'm hooked, so I tune in everyday at 3 o'clock. By this time I find out this cute little dog is a Jack Russell Terrier and !OMD! I'm in LOVE. I want, no, I NEED one of these dogs. I need my own Wishbone. I don't know if I'll ever get one but I need one.
I had a large aquarium at that time, so I went to a pet shop I had never been to before to buy some fake plants to add to the real ones. When I went in, I saw the most adorable tiny pig ever. Pot Belly Pigs were big back then. I was in love (I fall in love with every animal. Sheesh.) Then I happened to notice in a cage above and behind the piggy, two puppies. OMD! They're Jack Russell Terriers!!!! I forgot all about the piggy and the fake aquarium plants and asked the peeps there if they could take them out so I could hold them. One was a female and the other was her brother. The boy was so sweet and playful, wanting to be held and petted. The girl was standoffish and not so nice. She kept running away and didn't want to be held. You know how they say to get the puppy that has an outgoing personality because you'll have problems later on with the standoffish not so nice ones? Well, I guess I missed that class back then. I came home and told my husband about the pups and I just had to have one! I can't quite remember if we went back the same day or the next to see them. Back then I only got females. Never males. I don't know why but that's the way I was. Anyone else would've probably gotten the sweet male, but not me. Oh no. I got the female. Yep, that was my Wishbone and yep, we did have problems with her throughout her life. No, I never regretted getting her, though, looking back, I wish we would've gotten her brother, too.
Wishbone was a grumpy puppy, grumpy teenager, grumpy adult, and a grumpy old lady. She snapped at us when she was a puppy (she got over that, except when you wanted to muzzle her for a vet visit. Then she would bite you!). She snapped at everyone else for most of her life. She got in trouble with the Law (animal control) one time for biting someone on the back of the leg, near the ankle when we were at the dog park. It was NOT a bite like the lady said. It was more of a pinch and it didn't draw blood. She exaggerated and that really bothered me, but there was nothing I could do about it. Wishbone had to be quarantined at home for 10 days after that and I was told if she bit anyone else, she'd have to spend the 10 days in jail. I told them if they wanted to see her REALLY bite someone, it would be while she was in jail! From then on, I had to keep a close watch on her whenever she went anywhere. People wanted to pet her and I always had to say, "Please don't because she might bite you." I was the only one she ever bit when she was young and it was when I was trying to muzzle her so she could see the dogtor. She did settle down when she got very old. I guess it was because she couldn't see or hear very well anymore. She and Keighty had a dislike (not quite hate) relationship. Keighty likes to steal goodies from the other pups and she does it fast. I don't let her do it, but sometimes she's just too quick. Wishbone, who was mostly blind, somehow knew when Keighty was going in for the steal, so she'd start snapping at the air real fast. This would annoy Keighty to no end. She tried to beat the crud out of Wishbone a few times, but we were always there to prevent it from happening. That darn snapping always got her into trouble some way or another.
The snapping ended forever Tuesday July 16, 2013 at about 11:00 PM. Yes, my Wishbone left us and is at the Rainbow Bridge now. She was 16 years and 8 months old. I couldn't write about it 'til now. It was too hard.
I noticed she was very slowly going downhill Sunday (14th). Monday, a little more. Tuesday, a little more. I put her in her crate so she could rest. It seemed she never rested unless she was in her crate. Then she would lie down and finally sleep. We kept checking on her. While she was sleeping, I would pet her and tell her she was loved. Her breathing changed. It was getting a little harder. I made up my mind that early in the morning, I would be taking her in to help her on her way to the Bridge. I knew it was time. Leo was leaving for work and I told him to say his good-byes to her since he would not be seeing her again. He went in to see her and I asked him how she was doing. He came back and gave me a look. I knew and all I could say was OH NO. Oh no, oh no. I knew she wasn't doing good, but I didn't think she was ready to leave on her own. I hope I didn't wait too long. Maybe I should of taken her in Monday. I hope you didn't suffer because of me, Wishbone. I'm sorry.
Leo took her out of the crate and we placed her in a box, petted her and told her she was always a good pup. I told her I loved her and was sorry I wasn't holding her when she left. I placed the box in the middle of the living room and made every dog come in to see her. Even Keighty, her arch-enemy. Funny, but she's the one who stayed longer, looking at her and sniffing her, going around and around the box. Even when I took the box away, she still wanted to see it. If dogs feel guilt, Keighty would be the one to have it at that moment.
The next morning, when I thought I'd be taking her in to the vet, I was taking her little old body to be cremated instead. The ride there was sad. Leaving her there was hard. The ride back was unbearable knowing I'd never see her again. I'd never carry her outside to do her biz after she woke up and I'd never go out to carry her back in. She is now with her best friend, Sparkee. Those two loved each other. They were always together. Wishbone was happy when she was with Sparkee. After Sparkee passed, she became a loner. It was sad to see her without her "sister". I'm sure Sparkee was up there waiting for her and now, Wishy's no longer a loner. She has Sparkee by her side forever.
Wishbone, you were special because you were my first Jack Russell. I'm glad I decided to visit that pet shop so many years ago to find you there. I thank you that you found us worthy to spend almost 17 years with us. I will miss you, my pup.
November 30, 1996 - July 16, 2013
November 30th 2012 3:33 am
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WOW! Today is my birthday and I am
16 years old!! Can you believe it?
Mom's been wondering if I'd make it
to this day since I'm not in the best
of health. I'm very stiff when I walk
nowadays and I like to sleep alot too.
I'm also deaf and can't see very well
at all, but I'm still kickin'!
Happy Birthday to me, the old gal!
December 21st 2011 9:34 pm
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OH MY GOSH!!!
We got another box!
That makes four!
We are very blessed with awesome pals.
This one is from our pals in Ohio.
The Little Pack.
I'm not one for toys anymore, but I sure
did like those soft treats. Yummmmm! We
have so many toys now that mom had to
put away alot of our old toys to make
room for all the new ones our pals sent
THANK YOU very much, Scrappy-Doo, Daphne,
Axel, Bunny, Maggie, Luke, Drummer,
Digger, Buffy, Mya Bug, Zayne, Eli, Fiesty,
& mom, Amy.
We love everything!