I would take Cisco up to see her almost every day; well, either Cisco or Lobo, my cockatoo. But one of them would go with me to see their Nana.
I called her daughter and she said she'd like to come to my home, and essentially 'vet' me. I was perfectly fine with that. Good, responsible breeders won't sell their babies to just anyone. She had three pups and she would bring them and their mother, but she'd bring pictures of dad, essentially the sperm donor, as he belonged to someone else.
Oh the puppies were beautiful. The one female of the litter had already been purchased, but the two boys were available. One was short haired, and the other was long haired. Their mom was a short haired white, and dad was a long haired reddish color. They boys were beautiful.
I immediately fell for the short haired pup. Mom fell in love with the long haired pup, and ... yes, we got them both.
Whenever I worked at home, they would sit on my sofa and make sure I was working hard. :) That's Quito on the left and Jake on the right. Jake died last year of stomach cancer. And my sweet Quito died this afternoon.
It's amazing the size of the hole they leave in your heart. I can't cry, because my lungs are already far too screwed up right now, and crying only makes it worse. But I'm crying inside. And I think of Cisco, who's a year older than them. I watch him like a hawk normally, but now... oy.
Oh well, that's life, and that's the heart-breaking side of loving anything. Nothing is forever and people and pets die. The main thing is that you loved them to bits while they were here.
Sweetie, I am so sorry. I know exactly how your are feeling, it sure does suck. Your little pups look so cute.
ReplyDeleteIt is funny but we were just talking about dogs this afternoon. A friend of Chris has a dog that just had a stroke and they are trying to figure out what to do. It is so hard. I wish they could last as long as us so we did not have to miss them.
We had one dog for 18 years, he just gave out in the end. Now we have Lucy, I brought her home from Friends for Life in Gilbert where I used to volunteer. Someone owned her for 5 years and just turned her in, they did not want her anymore, go figure. She is so perfect, well trained and just a big 85lb baby. Spoiled rotten and acts like a total diva.
Anyway Tequila, once again I am so sorry for your loss. I know some people say "it is only a dog", but we know better don't we.
Take it easy and stay well
fay in the family room
Thank you, Fay. My mom always called Quito a SHE... well, he was so beautiful, he was easily mistaken for a girl dog.
ReplyDeleteCisco is searching the house for him. But mostly he just wants the left overs of Quito's dinner. :)
Tequila,
ReplyDeleteWords cannot express how very very sorry i am about beloved Quito.You guys gave him the best home ever!You had him for a long time too.Many years to show him lots of love.
We too have been there many times.And it never gets better;you always miss them.i am watching mine like a hawk too.They wait and watch for their dad to come home every day (still)
My sister has all boy dogs and my mom asks almost every day "how are the 'girls'?
The kitties and i will have Quito and you in our prayers tonight.
He is in very good company in heaven.
love ya' lauri
Lauri, we have had many fur-babies in our lives that have gone on before us, but you know, it never gets easier.
ReplyDeleteI remember my dad would never let us have pets because they died. He'd had a pet related trauma as a child, and he didn't want that for us, but life, death, and all the loving is just part of being human.
One year, I wrote him a letter and told him that I really wanted a dog, and because I knew already that I could not have children, I told him this was as close as I could get. I couldn't tell him all this face-to-face, because I knew I'd cry, and he'd get all upset, so the letter thing was best.
And that was how I got my Shetland Sheepdog Amber. Of course, we had other 'Not really OURS' pets growing up... Fred the cat, Mike the great dane, Hooper, and many others. They just seemed to gravitate to our house, although they belonged to neighbors.
I ask myself why we continue to have pets; is the pain of their loss worth it? Of course it is; they bring us love, laughter, companionship, sometimes even a reason to get out of bed each day.
Take care, dear. I know how much you miss Jes, and how much it hurts not to have him with you, but time takes the edge off. You'll never NOT miss him, or hurt, but the hurt becomes lessened with time, and remembering all the joys of having him in your life.
I love you, Lauri.