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Jul. 22nd, 2008 06:47 pmThanks to everyone. This afternoon felt like a plummet down an elevator shaft. Mickey hadn't shown much by way of discomfort during this, much less pain. Then the pain hit. When that happened, there was only one way out.
There was so much I didn't know about that dog, and would never be able to find out. How old he really was, and what his first years were like. I know he was abused--he cowered at first when I caught him on the couch or tried to bop him playfully with the empty paper towel roll, and he was very quiet. As time went on, he stopped cowering, and over the last year began to get on the couch with impunity. Sometimes I'd catch him, and he'd get down, tail wagging. "You didn't see that," he seemed to say. "I'm not the naughty puppy you're looking for."
He grew noisier, too. Yawns. Throat-clearings and hacks so prolonged and loud that I swore he would hork up a lung. He'd greet me with barks.
Some things never changed. He always left the room when a certain type of male voice sounded from the TV. He also left the room when I swore, or yelled (to myself, or sometimes at King, canis oblivious). He sensed anger even if it wasn't spoken. He was very sensitive to mood. Maybe I don't want to know what his early years were like.
I hope he enjoyed his four and a half years here. He was loved. He'll be cremated with his favorite Kong, and then he'll come back home.
There was so much I didn't know about that dog, and would never be able to find out. How old he really was, and what his first years were like. I know he was abused--he cowered at first when I caught him on the couch or tried to bop him playfully with the empty paper towel roll, and he was very quiet. As time went on, he stopped cowering, and over the last year began to get on the couch with impunity. Sometimes I'd catch him, and he'd get down, tail wagging. "You didn't see that," he seemed to say. "I'm not the naughty puppy you're looking for."
He grew noisier, too. Yawns. Throat-clearings and hacks so prolonged and loud that I swore he would hork up a lung. He'd greet me with barks.
Some things never changed. He always left the room when a certain type of male voice sounded from the TV. He also left the room when I swore, or yelled (to myself, or sometimes at King, canis oblivious). He sensed anger even if it wasn't spoken. He was very sensitive to mood. Maybe I don't want to know what his early years were like.
I hope he enjoyed his four and a half years here. He was loved. He'll be cremated with his favorite Kong, and then he'll come back home.
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Date: 2008-07-23 02:58 am (UTC)Adrianne
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Date: 2008-07-23 03:15 am (UTC)I'm glad he got four and half years in a loving home. I'm so sorry for you and King.
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Date: 2008-07-23 03:16 am (UTC)*hug*
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Date: 2008-07-23 03:18 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2008-07-23 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-23 08:09 pm (UTC)It's never easy, but knowing you did everything you could and then some, and that you fulfilled his trust to love and care for him, makes it at least easier, because while there's the pain of sorrow, there's no sucking regret.
If you're interested, I can share the method I used to process the pain of losing Vanyel -- it worked very well.
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Date: 2008-07-24 12:58 am (UTC)And I hate to say it, but I've had a little too much experience over the last few years dealing with this brand of inevitability, this lack of balance. It's part of life. Maybe I'm developing a jaundiced view, but I don't see much mercy in any of this. You get through it and move on, changed, stronger in some ways and weaker in others.
I tend to deal with things by pushing past them and not thinking about them. It's working now. I think I need a few weeks of avoidance before I can assimilate.
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Date: 2008-07-28 10:04 am (UTC)Behind the times...
Date: 2008-08-27 04:36 pm (UTC)Re: Behind the times...
Date: 2008-08-28 12:56 am (UTC)Sometimes, you find opportunity, and sometimes opportunity finds you.