A 15-year tail
I would definitely put this in a top saddest song/greatest love song list. This seems a little too much for a pet song. This would fit better for my mom, but I like it anyway. Tammy Wynette's version is less sad.
[ More Morgie ]
She would've been 16 this year. TO carry something for so long, there should be a story to tell.
But do I have much of a story?
Especially since I underestimated stress on nerves. When Morrigan did pass, and I had to move her with help, of course I cried a couple of times. The next day, when I had to work, I felt sick. I wanted to believe that it was the effect of medicine, because I had ANOTHER bout with earache. But I was lying to myself just because it was her time to go. Avoiding reality because getting older was inevitable.
"A cold?" So I went to work stumbling and heavy. A suffocating feeling? It was only then I explained to Staff what was wrong that I felt better. So they told stubborn me that it was OK.
15 years made its mark.
In December, years and years ago, my first dog Ike died. Of course, I didn't know anything about THAT IKE because he didn't exist back then. A month later, my family and I adopted a cheery puppy from another household. Basically went through everything: The teething, the potty training, the separation anxiety, the snuggling, first bark, etc. She became more funny. Her b-day was Dec 23rd.
I don't think...
I don't think we trained her that well. She wasn't aggressive, but she wasn't an indoor dog type and I rarely walked her. Not the best bather either (but she resented getting wet. Heh, have a fresh memory of her jumping over a puddle). It seems inconceivable, even to say such things. What kind of owner am I? I told myself that after Morg, I'll try to do better. But until then, I wouldn't give her less care than anyone else.
Because you know what? No matter what, she always came up to me and let me rub her. As she got older, she couldn't jump the best, but always kept that tail wagging. It shows where you are, as a owner, in the social part of an animal. She also felt more healthy than I was predicting.
Ike used to wait for me to come off the bus (;_; Even during the winter. It was the sweetest); Morg would see me enter the driveway. "Oh, welcome home." It seemed to look like. Or maybe "Yo!".
A few days before she died, her back legs got worse. She stumbled a few times. I carried her once to help her, and she had to slow down. I thought she was too heavy; for the longest time, I avoided carrying her, but was too determined to help. The fact that she let me carry her w/o barking concerned me.
I regret a few things, but I think I did enough. Even though I could've done more.
What is a great pet? A long life could bring repetitiveness, but also light heart moments too.
It's funny that my tsundere mom says that Morrigan didn't like her, but she cried too. She always says that "She keeps walking away from me when I talk to her ;( She's mean". But there was a time when she was locked out of the house and she had to go to the back (where my dog was). The whole time, my dog followed and walked next to my mom. Also, every time, when my dog actually has a chance to enter the house sans the cage, she goes up to my mom and jumps up on her lap. SO silly, mom. I kept telling her the same stories.
I think I mentioned already that my niece is keeping me occupied, and likes to use my PC to watch videos. The best time to blog is when she's sleeping. Recently, there has been some carpenter work and tons of cleaning for the arrival of company.
With that said, I probably shouldn't tell a long story.
[ More Morgie ]
She would've been 16 this year. TO carry something for so long, there should be a story to tell.
But do I have much of a story?
Especially since I underestimated stress on nerves. When Morrigan did pass, and I had to move her with help, of course I cried a couple of times. The next day, when I had to work, I felt sick. I wanted to believe that it was the effect of medicine, because I had ANOTHER bout with earache. But I was lying to myself just because it was her time to go. Avoiding reality because getting older was inevitable.
"A cold?" So I went to work stumbling and heavy. A suffocating feeling? It was only then I explained to Staff what was wrong that I felt better. So they told stubborn me that it was OK.
15 years made its mark.
In December, years and years ago, my first dog Ike died. Of course, I didn't know anything about THAT IKE because he didn't exist back then. A month later, my family and I adopted a cheery puppy from another household. Basically went through everything: The teething, the potty training, the separation anxiety, the snuggling, first bark, etc. She became more funny. Her b-day was Dec 23rd.
I don't think...
I don't think we trained her that well. She wasn't aggressive, but she wasn't an indoor dog type and I rarely walked her. Not the best bather either (but she resented getting wet. Heh, have a fresh memory of her jumping over a puddle). It seems inconceivable, even to say such things. What kind of owner am I? I told myself that after Morg, I'll try to do better. But until then, I wouldn't give her less care than anyone else.
Because you know what? No matter what, she always came up to me and let me rub her. As she got older, she couldn't jump the best, but always kept that tail wagging. It shows where you are, as a owner, in the social part of an animal. She also felt more healthy than I was predicting.
Ike used to wait for me to come off the bus (;_; Even during the winter. It was the sweetest); Morg would see me enter the driveway. "Oh, welcome home." It seemed to look like. Or maybe "Yo!".
A few days before she died, her back legs got worse. She stumbled a few times. I carried her once to help her, and she had to slow down. I thought she was too heavy; for the longest time, I avoided carrying her, but was too determined to help. The fact that she let me carry her w/o barking concerned me.
I regret a few things, but I think I did enough. Even though I could've done more.
What is a great pet? A long life could bring repetitiveness, but also light heart moments too.
It's funny that my tsundere mom says that Morrigan didn't like her, but she cried too. She always says that "She keeps walking away from me when I talk to her ;( She's mean". But there was a time when she was locked out of the house and she had to go to the back (where my dog was). The whole time, my dog followed and walked next to my mom. Also, every time, when my dog actually has a chance to enter the house sans the cage, she goes up to my mom and jumps up on her lap. SO silly, mom. I kept telling her the same stories.
I think I mentioned already that my niece is keeping me occupied, and likes to use my PC to watch videos. The best time to blog is when she's sleeping. Recently, there has been some carpenter work and tons of cleaning for the arrival of company.
With that said, I probably shouldn't tell a long story.