Spanky
Spanky died sometime Saturday night. He died peacefully in his sleep. At least that's something.
I'm going to miss the big goofy guy. He was the one that I loved the most. The one that I related to the most. I've know Spanky for the past 10 years. My floppy eared boxer buddy. :D
Didn't help that I was dogsitting for Michelle and Stewart. Though, when I finally managed to get in touch with them Sunday afternoon, they were thankful that I was with him. They don't blame me, now if only I could stop blaming myself.
I stayed at with Spanky, Mazie and Yo Yo over the weekend, while my Michelle and Stewart were visiting some of Stewart's family in Florida. Went to sleep Saturday night on the sofa with the two little dogs, Spanky was sleeping off in another room as he normally did. Come 7am, the little ones decide it's time to go outside so they can be rewarded with breakfast. So I got up and went looking for Spanky. Found him under the computer desk that I had been at the night before. Halfway into the room, I realized he wasn't moving. Another step I realized he was gone. Turned around, closed the door so the little ones wouldn't see their big brother dead. Was bawling by the time I got to him. He looked peaceful. Was so very cold. I held him for a long time. Then I moved him out from under the desk, he was so light. Chained the little ones up outside, so that I could go back and clean up after Spanky.
After I had cleaned us both up, I brought Mazie and Yo Yo inside, gave them food. Then I tried calling my Michelle and Stewart. Kept calling every hour on the hour to both of their phones. Sis finally called me back around 3pm or so. I told her that Spanky had died sometime during the night. She broke down after asking me if I was joking. Not something I would joke about. She then put me on speaker phone so I could talk to her and Stewart at the same time. I told them what had happened and what I had done. We all cried. Oddly, they still expected me to head home and lock the little ones up for the night. I told them I would wait for them to arrive that night.
Around 10:30 or so, Stewart and Michelle arrive home. And we all said goodbye to Spanky. Stewart let the little ones finally see their big brother. Yo Yo got it almost immediately, Mazie took some time to realize. Then Stewart and I carried Spanky into the bathroom.
We stayed up a bit longer, then crashed for the night. I came home to my apartment mid-morning.
Horrible weekend. Friday night's chaos and Spanky's death. Anything else happens and I probably will become an alcoholic.
And then I was given my eviction notice because my rent check bounced... I'm currently taking care of that. Yes, I have the funds. And I officially hate AT&T for a random $310 phone bill, that I'm still on hold trying to figure out what happened, because I have calls listed that I never made.
Yeah... I'm just a bundle of joy right now.
I'm going to miss the big goofy guy. He was the one that I loved the most. The one that I related to the most. I've know Spanky for the past 10 years. My floppy eared boxer buddy. :D
Didn't help that I was dogsitting for Michelle and Stewart. Though, when I finally managed to get in touch with them Sunday afternoon, they were thankful that I was with him. They don't blame me, now if only I could stop blaming myself.
I stayed at with Spanky, Mazie and Yo Yo over the weekend, while my Michelle and Stewart were visiting some of Stewart's family in Florida. Went to sleep Saturday night on the sofa with the two little dogs, Spanky was sleeping off in another room as he normally did. Come 7am, the little ones decide it's time to go outside so they can be rewarded with breakfast. So I got up and went looking for Spanky. Found him under the computer desk that I had been at the night before. Halfway into the room, I realized he wasn't moving. Another step I realized he was gone. Turned around, closed the door so the little ones wouldn't see their big brother dead. Was bawling by the time I got to him. He looked peaceful. Was so very cold. I held him for a long time. Then I moved him out from under the desk, he was so light. Chained the little ones up outside, so that I could go back and clean up after Spanky.
After I had cleaned us both up, I brought Mazie and Yo Yo inside, gave them food. Then I tried calling my Michelle and Stewart. Kept calling every hour on the hour to both of their phones. Sis finally called me back around 3pm or so. I told her that Spanky had died sometime during the night. She broke down after asking me if I was joking. Not something I would joke about. She then put me on speaker phone so I could talk to her and Stewart at the same time. I told them what had happened and what I had done. We all cried. Oddly, they still expected me to head home and lock the little ones up for the night. I told them I would wait for them to arrive that night.
Around 10:30 or so, Stewart and Michelle arrive home. And we all said goodbye to Spanky. Stewart let the little ones finally see their big brother. Yo Yo got it almost immediately, Mazie took some time to realize. Then Stewart and I carried Spanky into the bathroom.
We stayed up a bit longer, then crashed for the night. I came home to my apartment mid-morning.
Horrible weekend. Friday night's chaos and Spanky's death. Anything else happens and I probably will become an alcoholic.
And then I was given my eviction notice because my rent check bounced... I'm currently taking care of that. Yes, I have the funds. And I officially hate AT&T for a random $310 phone bill, that I'm still on hold trying to figure out what happened, because I have calls listed that I never made.
Yeah... I'm just a bundle of joy right now.