I've probably over stayed my welcome for sympathy about it.
But I miss my Shanny.
I don't know how to like even talk about how awesome of a dog she was. I feel like a sibling died, because that's how we treated her for the eleven and a half years she lived with us.
When we got her I didn't really want her. We'd had another dog when I was younger and the experience left me a little weary of having another pet. It really hurt when it got sick and did a complete 360 in personality making us have to put it down. I didn't want to have to go through that again.
But she wormed her way into my heart regardless and into our family dynamic.
My parents paid 15 dollars to adopt her at a city pound, and she was such a pretty puppy. She had the biggest brown eyes and cute black and dark brown fur with little patches of white. At the end of her tail was a tiny little dab of white that everyone said she'd probably grow out of, but she never did.
She used to dart around the house with huge bursts of energy, which we called her rocket dog attack. We used to have these benches out in the sunroom that she'd crawl under, a lot like soliders do when they're in training camp so we called that her army dog move. She loved to play, but always made you work at getting the toy back out of her mouth before she'd let you throw it for her again.
She even had her own stocking we hung up at christmas with all of ours and we'd fill it with treats and toys and get her christmas presents and she'd play with all the discarded wrapping paper. We made her own little plate on thanksgivings and she'd eat dinner with us (but really every night she ended up having people food because she was a gourmet and dog food is not tasty.) We threw her birthday parties where we'd sing her happy birthday and celebrated with doggy ice cream and italian ice cups and presents. We got her these cute little festive scarves she'd wear for special months, seasons, and holidays.
When my mom got breast cancer she stayed with my mom and watched over her all day while we were at school. When I was sick in junior high and couldn't go to school and didn't have anyone to hang out with she'd spend the day with me to keep me from getting too depressed. When my grandfather came to live with us so he could get cancer treatments she'd stay with him and watch him to keep the both of us company. One time my brother came home from school upset (he was always being teased because of his learning disability and aspergers) and she was so excited he was finally home she chased him into the sunroom, tackled him into the couch and lavished him with kisses till he bursted out laughing.
When we got home from being out she'd jump in the window overlooking the front of the house and then dart to the stairs to say hi and give us kisses when we came in the door. If we came in with groceries or with shopping bags she'd know exactly which bag had her dog treats or toys in it immediately and would try to steal them from us.
Sometimes if you talked to her she'd try to talk back sometimes. And she'd tilt her head and be totally engaged in everything you were saying because she was so smart she always knew what you were talking about. If you were feeling down she'd know and come over to you when you were sad and give you kisses and nuzzles. She even smiled, especially when we gave her belly rubs.
I know she wasn't feeling well lately, but I never thought she'd go so suddenly. I just can't believe she's gone. She's been a staple in my life for eleven and half years, life just isn't the same without her around.
I don't know how to like even talk about how awesome of a dog she was. I feel like a sibling died, because that's how we treated her for the eleven and a half years she lived with us.
When we got her I didn't really want her. We'd had another dog when I was younger and the experience left me a little weary of having another pet. It really hurt when it got sick and did a complete 360 in personality making us have to put it down. I didn't want to have to go through that again.
But she wormed her way into my heart regardless and into our family dynamic.
My parents paid 15 dollars to adopt her at a city pound, and she was such a pretty puppy. She had the biggest brown eyes and cute black and dark brown fur with little patches of white. At the end of her tail was a tiny little dab of white that everyone said she'd probably grow out of, but she never did.
She used to dart around the house with huge bursts of energy, which we called her rocket dog attack. We used to have these benches out in the sunroom that she'd crawl under, a lot like soliders do when they're in training camp so we called that her army dog move. She loved to play, but always made you work at getting the toy back out of her mouth before she'd let you throw it for her again.
She even had her own stocking we hung up at christmas with all of ours and we'd fill it with treats and toys and get her christmas presents and she'd play with all the discarded wrapping paper. We made her own little plate on thanksgivings and she'd eat dinner with us (but really every night she ended up having people food because she was a gourmet and dog food is not tasty.) We threw her birthday parties where we'd sing her happy birthday and celebrated with doggy ice cream and italian ice cups and presents. We got her these cute little festive scarves she'd wear for special months, seasons, and holidays.
When my mom got breast cancer she stayed with my mom and watched over her all day while we were at school. When I was sick in junior high and couldn't go to school and didn't have anyone to hang out with she'd spend the day with me to keep me from getting too depressed. When my grandfather came to live with us so he could get cancer treatments she'd stay with him and watch him to keep the both of us company. One time my brother came home from school upset (he was always being teased because of his learning disability and aspergers) and she was so excited he was finally home she chased him into the sunroom, tackled him into the couch and lavished him with kisses till he bursted out laughing.
When we got home from being out she'd jump in the window overlooking the front of the house and then dart to the stairs to say hi and give us kisses when we came in the door. If we came in with groceries or with shopping bags she'd know exactly which bag had her dog treats or toys in it immediately and would try to steal them from us.
Sometimes if you talked to her she'd try to talk back sometimes. And she'd tilt her head and be totally engaged in everything you were saying because she was so smart she always knew what you were talking about. If you were feeling down she'd know and come over to you when you were sad and give you kisses and nuzzles. She even smiled, especially when we gave her belly rubs.
I know she wasn't feeling well lately, but I never thought she'd go so suddenly. I just can't believe she's gone. She's been a staple in my life for eleven and half years, life just isn't the same without her around.