Losing My Pups - It Still Hurts
I lost my two best friends Clyde and Clariesse within a year of each other. It just hurt, and the hurt wouldn't go away. The good news is they lived for a magnificent 16/17 years, respectively. It's still incredibly painful to think that the two Jack Russell's who were once my little kids were gone.
With that said, sometimes I didn't want them, as they were such high maintenance. They couldn't be around other dogs, etc., but they were more loyal than most of my family. I felt like they adored me. I felt proud to walk my little pups who already thought they ruled their sidewalk. Of course, picking up after them along their walk was always a memorable experience. For some reason, they felt it necessary to do their business on the sidewalks and driveways of our neighbors. It wasn't so funny when someone was leaving their home to go somewhere. Uhhg.
Clyde was solid white except half of his face was black (including his eyelashes), and the other half of his face was white, including his eyelashes. Clariesse was the runt of the litter, but had no problem holding her own.
I've always called them my pups,up until they day they passed away. Clyde had a heart attack. I woke up to him lying in his bed, vomit everywhere, lying helpless in his bed. I picked him up and brought him outside where he couldn't stand. He just fell over. I was in shock. I had never experienced this before. In the end, Clyde was put to sleep, as the veterinarian said his heart wouldn't heal.
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As I drove Clariesse to the vet, I cried in silence the entire way. My eyes gushed with tears, as I knew she was going to meet her brother in heaven. It was her time, a friend said. We talked about the many adventures, good and bad, that we experienced over the years. We laughed at the time Clyde ran into the dining room of a just started Thanksgiving dinner, jumped on a guests lap, and proceeded to eat his entire plate of food within seconds. Not funny was that he wouldn't give the bone back. http://thegoodnewsis.com/Losing_Our-Pets.html
Clariesse found solace in instigating her brother, eating his food, and especially looked forward to howling, and jumping up trees to catch squirrels. She never did. At 15lbs, she could jump to at least 5 feet. I base that on my height. Driving in the car with them was always fun. They loved to stand on the middle console and look at the front window. This was also the king of the hill game.
I miss them. I miss them so much. More times than not, I try to block them out of my thoughts, so it doesn't hurt, but even writing this has made me sad, but better. I know we all live in the circle of Life. The good news is, I have more awesome memories of them than I need. I will forever remember them, as being a meaningful, loving, nurturing experience through that period of my Life. http://twitter.com/thegoodnewsis
With that said, sometimes I didn't want them, as they were such high maintenance. They couldn't be around other dogs, etc., but they were more loyal than most of my family. I felt like they adored me. I felt proud to walk my little pups who already thought they ruled their sidewalk. Of course, picking up after them along their walk was always a memorable experience. For some reason, they felt it necessary to do their business on the sidewalks and driveways of our neighbors. It wasn't so funny when someone was leaving their home to go somewhere. Uhhg.
Clyde was solid white except half of his face was black (including his eyelashes), and the other half of his face was white, including his eyelashes. Clariesse was the runt of the litter, but had no problem holding her own.
I've always called them my pups,up until they day they passed away. Clyde had a heart attack. I woke up to him lying in his bed, vomit everywhere, lying helpless in his bed. I picked him up and brought him outside where he couldn't stand. He just fell over. I was in shock. I had never experienced this before. In the end, Clyde was put to sleep, as the veterinarian said his heart wouldn't heal.
[http://www.prlog.org/12124302-when-your-beloved-pet-dies-the-good-news-is.html]
As I drove Clariesse to the vet, I cried in silence the entire way. My eyes gushed with tears, as I knew she was going to meet her brother in heaven. It was her time, a friend said. We talked about the many adventures, good and bad, that we experienced over the years. We laughed at the time Clyde ran into the dining room of a just started Thanksgiving dinner, jumped on a guests lap, and proceeded to eat his entire plate of food within seconds. Not funny was that he wouldn't give the bone back. http://thegoodnewsis.com/Losing_Our-Pets.html
Clariesse found solace in instigating her brother, eating his food, and especially looked forward to howling, and jumping up trees to catch squirrels. She never did. At 15lbs, she could jump to at least 5 feet. I base that on my height. Driving in the car with them was always fun. They loved to stand on the middle console and look at the front window. This was also the king of the hill game.
I miss them. I miss them so much. More times than not, I try to block them out of my thoughts, so it doesn't hurt, but even writing this has made me sad, but better. I know we all live in the circle of Life. The good news is, I have more awesome memories of them than I need. I will forever remember them, as being a meaningful, loving, nurturing experience through that period of my Life. http://twitter.com/thegoodnewsis
