Memories

This will be a recurringly updated post.

October 7, 2008

I miss how you used to "clean your feet" after you pooped. Your long legs would kick so far behind you and the grass would just FLY!!! Not at all like Sammy, who would use his front legs more than his back. Oh, my baby girl... My eyes burn from not seeing you!

Oct 2, 2008
I was sitting on the floor by the back door, looking at the deep gouges you took out of the door jam and started to cry. How many screen doors did we go through? How many times did you knock it right out of the tracks? You made me laugh so much.

I remember how you demanded to take your lovies outside with you, and when I asked you to drop them, most of the time you did. Sometimes you were headstrong and decided to go deaf on me. You would lock your jaw and no matter what, you weren't letting go of your toy. I always gave up by then, because you were so cute. If you were in that frame of mind, you never dropped it outside. You would pee with it still in your mouth, and just carry it back in.

I miss seeing you lick your own front legs for comfort. You had the sweetest sticky tongue.
You would kiss us, and your tongue would get stuck on our skin and move so slowly and gently. Your tongue was hot. I miss your kisses. No one kisses any more.

October 6, 2008

Last night, we had hot cocoa. Daddy wanted whipped cream. Mom got the can and shook it, then started to bawl. Mickey had come at the sound of it shaking and asked for some. It reminded me of how you used to sit there and open your mouth. I would put the tip of the whipped cream in your mouth and spray it... You never licked the tip, nor did you bite it... you just sat there and waited until I filled your little mouth. I only gave you a little, so it didn't hurt you, but you LOVED it. In the mountains, you were crazy about it... how you loved your whippin' cream.

I was remembering how you used to stretch. Sometimes off the couch, but mostly along the floor. First, you would stretch your front legs, then arch your back and finish with your back legs. But you didn't stop there. You would drag your back legs about a foot, as your little paws flipped pad side up behind you... You were so funny that way. Sometimes you would drag yourself, literally, off the couch, and your back legs would flop off the couch, being dragged behind you. Then you would stand and shake it all off.

I miss you my love....

Oct 1, 2008
I loved how you would carry your duckies with you when we went for a walk. One would have thought you were a Labrador with the way you loved to carry then. But you were so little...

I miss you jumping on me and then off the bed, over and over until I woke up to let you out. I would cover my head with the blankets and just giggle waking up because you were so silly. Up, down.. up down, up.... down, up, down, up... over and over...

I miss you laying by the sink to keep an eye on me while I showered. You made sure the cats didn't bother me.

I miss your feet! You had such large paws for such a little girl, and you wore your little nails down to nubbies from running out the back doors. I never had to trim your nails, did I little girl?

We miss you with your "ponker" (busy buddy barbell), and how you would lay down and just keep turning it over and over, getting out the kibbles. You would watch Mickey as he would throw it around the room. If a kibble got near you, you would walk away from your ponker and get his kibble.

You shared so well. Food, toys, bones, bed space... you shared. Except with the cats.

I love you, baby girl!

September 30, 2008
I loved your floppy ears. I loved the way they would bounce as we walked. Just to think of that makes my heart smile and my eyes tear.

I loved how you would bite the cat's ears, but they would slip out because of your adorable little underbite.

We miss the destruction of the door jams when you wanted out. Always with a "drop it" before I would open the door, so you didn't take your indoor lovies out. Then you would go full bore out that door and grab one of the lovies on the way out... totally silent. Mickey at your heals, barking. By the time you got to the middle of the yard, you would shake your lovie. Ears up, stiff... ready to run again.

I miss looking for you in the grass. You were a camo pup. But if I looked under YOUR big tree, you'd be there. With a duck.

I loved how you would lay down and throw your long back legs out... like some kind of pin up model.

It is hard for us to settle down to sleep at night, because we don't get our game of "smell my butt" in. You were so funny how you would smoosh your head in our chest, as we lay down under the blankets. And you would end up flipping over. The sounds you made, were doggie laughter.

Nothing is right.... it can never be right again. You were perfect for us. You were exactly what Mickey needed. The complete opposite, but the same. He was shy of humans, you were a little greeter. He loved other dogs, and you.... didn't. He was timid. You were brave. But you were like the perfect pair. Like Daddy and I are. We balance each other. That is what you did. And together, we were the perfect family.

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