November 9th 2008 7:00 pm
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I was tagged by Samantha. I have to tell 7 things about myself, and then tag 5 friends, so here goes:
1. I never knew I was a dog. If you asked "Where's the dog? I'd look around for one. If you asked "Where's the baby?" I came running.
2. Aunt Leigh always brought me at least 3 treats, and I learned to count.
3. I loved the icecream truck. When I heard it, mom would put me on a leash and I'd pull her around the neighborhood, looking for it. Yeah, I got a popsicle like all the other 'kids'.
4. I loved for Momma to sing to me. She sang "Silver Dog" to the tune of Silver bells - that was my favorite.
5. When Momma read to her nieces, I always climbed in her lap. I liked being read to.
6. I once alerted Momma when a man was trying to get into our apartment. We later found out he was a serial rapist.
7. I hate that Mom still misses me so much. I try to send her other dogs who need her on days I think she'll miss me. I sent Raoudi on my birthday the fist year after I left, and foster dog Razzle on the aniversary of my death.
I tag:
Buddy
Jennifer
JR
Raven
Joy
September 8th 2008 5:29 am
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Syd was here, and nothing will ever be the same for me because of him. Next week will mark 4 years since his passing. If he were still here, he'd be 21 on Halloween.
Syd loved walking in the woods on Fall days, so the memory is never far from my mind as leaves begin to change. With his birthday celebrated on Halloween, as Raoudi's is now, he's with me as I look at costumes, buy candy, carve a pumpkin, and everything else.
There are days the greif is as fresh as it was 4 years ago. Saturday, Raoudi snuffled in my ear with a little "Umph-umph-umph" sound like Syd used to, and brought tears to my eyes.
I feel so deeply for all my friends who have lost a pet and been told by others to "get over it" or that their beloved was "just a dog".
I'm so fortunate to be surrounded by people who understand, and many who loved Syd themselves.
Syd was so much more than "just a dog" to me. He opened my eyes to the plight of homeless dogs, taught me to love Schnauzers, and filled a hole in my heart that, if I was aware of, certainly never knew was so deep.
Annie and Bo are 14 and 12. I'm all too aware that our time together is now measured in months, probably not years, and know I will miss them just as deeply.
Having other dogs when I lost Syd kept me (arguably to some) sane, but no dog takes another's place. Syd was so special - each is in their own way to the people who love him or her.
To anyone who's lost, or is facing loosing, a beloved animal companion, my advice is to have another. If you can bear to get one right away, it will take the sharpest edge off the pain, though it won't make it go away. If I had had to come home to an empty house, an empty bowl, nobody to wear the leashes and collars and sweaters, no ears to rub, I don't know how I'd have survived.
I'm all too aware how many wonderful dogs are waiting in shelters and rescue groups. Don't overlook the older ones - Syd was almost 8 when I got him. We had 9 years together, rather than the 12, 14 or more I'd have had with a puppy, but I'd never take anything for a single day we had together.
I miss you, my Sweet Prince. I always will.
July 27th 2006 7:18 pm
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Sweetest heart, I can't believe it will soon be 2 years since you left us. The big things I can brace myself for, but the little reminders I don't expect are like a stab in the heart.
I do ok for Christmas and your birthday, walks in the park that you loved so well. But the little things get me ~ the first time the icecream truck you got so excited over came by and you weren't there to buy an icecream cone for broke my heart. I ran across the old tagless collar you had on when I found you in a box and cried as hard as the day I said goodbye.
Yesterday your site got a rosette from a family of Schnauzer lovers in Canada, and their little guy named Buddy looks so much like you - the perfect little ears, the sweet expression, even the little tuft of black hair at the top of his nose. Seeing him made me miss you all over again.
You were the dearest, sweetest, most sensative soul I ever knew. Your new brother was adopted on what would have been your 18th birthday. He has natural ears like yours, but they don't seem as soft as yours. Nobody will ever, ever take your place.
You were so sick at the end ~ I know I hung on too long, and I believe you understood. I'm remembering more of the happy times and less of the sadness of the last year as time goes by. Watch over us, sweetie, and all the little lost Schnauzers out there - help some other little lost doogie find someone who needs them as much as I needed you.
Goodnight, Sweet Prince,
Mom
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