The greatest dog ever; Prissy
I know I have talked about Prissy before, she is my rat terrier. She is old, well she passed away today. I have been a train wreck all day. I've been trying to do things to keep my mind off of it, but it's hard. I have had Prissy since before I can remember, I got her when I was seven that was eighteen years ago.
I knew she was getting close, but that didn't make it any easier. I feel really bad now, because she kept barking last night so we kicked her out the bedroom. She does this sometimes, just keeps barking and barking. Well, when I got up this morning I went into the kitchen to get her so I could bring her back in the room with us and I noticed she was breathing funny. I picked her up and held her for about half an hour, I didn't know what to do. She didn't look like she was in pain, she was just sleeping. I cried so hard I threw up, and couldn't breathe. Finally I went and got Sarah and she sat with me until she went.
Why didn't I sit out with her last night? Why did I kick her out of the room? I thought she was just barking just to do it, like she does sometimes. I feel like I failed her, she was trying to tell me it was her time. I am so worried that she suffered out there all alone, I could have done something. I should have dome something. I had a really bad feeling when I went woke up this morning, that's why i went to get her.
I've been avoiding going home so far today, I just don't want to be there. I also called into work too, I just don't feel like doing anything. I'm sure I won't for a while. I know I should have went to work, but I just don't think I could have. I am off tomorrow, and I should be good to go back Friday. I really just want to crawl into a hole and stay there.
I got Prissy when I was seven, I'd just lost my dachshund mix Scooter the week before. My uncle came in the house and in his arms was this mangy, skinny, beat up, flea bitten dog. I couldn't really even tell what color she actually was. All I saw was this beautiful dog that needed me. When my mom got home she told my dad to take the dog back to my uncle, she wanted nothing to do with it. I protested and stood my ground, and she caved.
It took us a while to get her into good health. For a while the vet didn't know if she was going to make it. She had been starved, beat, and neglected. It also took a long time to get her mentally well again. She never did completely lose her fear of men.
She was a very smart dog, I was able to work with her and teach her to do all types of things. I think she is the reason I have such a love for training dogs. She was such a dream to train, I could show her how to do something twice and she'd have it. I never did get her to preform for praise, she did love her treats. The last two years or so she couldn't do it anymore because of her hips. In her prime I she could sit, stay, roll over, play dead, wave, five five, stand up on two legs, dance and twirl, wave while up on two legs, when I'd say 'Shame on you.' she'd put her head between her legs and cover her face.
When I was young I didn't like talking to people, which made it hard to make friends so I didn't have many. I didn't care though, I considered Prissy to be my best friend. I'd talk to her, and I got comfort from it. My mom brought me to a therapist for some things that happened to me when I was very little and the therapist thought I had an unhealthy dependence on Prissy. I did have a pretty high dependence on her, and I still do.
I have been through a lot in my life, and through it all Prissy has been there. It was like she could sense when I was upset, and she'd just come over and lay her head in my lap, no matter what I felt that always made me feel a bit better. It still did.
I miss her like crazy and she hasn't even been gone a day yet.
Here are a few pics I took when we took her to the vet a few month back.
God I love that dog. I will miss you forever Prissy.
I knew she was getting close, but that didn't make it any easier. I feel really bad now, because she kept barking last night so we kicked her out the bedroom. She does this sometimes, just keeps barking and barking. Well, when I got up this morning I went into the kitchen to get her so I could bring her back in the room with us and I noticed she was breathing funny. I picked her up and held her for about half an hour, I didn't know what to do. She didn't look like she was in pain, she was just sleeping. I cried so hard I threw up, and couldn't breathe. Finally I went and got Sarah and she sat with me until she went.
Why didn't I sit out with her last night? Why did I kick her out of the room? I thought she was just barking just to do it, like she does sometimes. I feel like I failed her, she was trying to tell me it was her time. I am so worried that she suffered out there all alone, I could have done something. I should have dome something. I had a really bad feeling when I went woke up this morning, that's why i went to get her.
I've been avoiding going home so far today, I just don't want to be there. I also called into work too, I just don't feel like doing anything. I'm sure I won't for a while. I know I should have went to work, but I just don't think I could have. I am off tomorrow, and I should be good to go back Friday. I really just want to crawl into a hole and stay there.
I got Prissy when I was seven, I'd just lost my dachshund mix Scooter the week before. My uncle came in the house and in his arms was this mangy, skinny, beat up, flea bitten dog. I couldn't really even tell what color she actually was. All I saw was this beautiful dog that needed me. When my mom got home she told my dad to take the dog back to my uncle, she wanted nothing to do with it. I protested and stood my ground, and she caved.
It took us a while to get her into good health. For a while the vet didn't know if she was going to make it. She had been starved, beat, and neglected. It also took a long time to get her mentally well again. She never did completely lose her fear of men.
She was a very smart dog, I was able to work with her and teach her to do all types of things. I think she is the reason I have such a love for training dogs. She was such a dream to train, I could show her how to do something twice and she'd have it. I never did get her to preform for praise, she did love her treats. The last two years or so she couldn't do it anymore because of her hips. In her prime I she could sit, stay, roll over, play dead, wave, five five, stand up on two legs, dance and twirl, wave while up on two legs, when I'd say 'Shame on you.' she'd put her head between her legs and cover her face.
When I was young I didn't like talking to people, which made it hard to make friends so I didn't have many. I didn't care though, I considered Prissy to be my best friend. I'd talk to her, and I got comfort from it. My mom brought me to a therapist for some things that happened to me when I was very little and the therapist thought I had an unhealthy dependence on Prissy. I did have a pretty high dependence on her, and I still do.
I have been through a lot in my life, and through it all Prissy has been there. It was like she could sense when I was upset, and she'd just come over and lay her head in my lap, no matter what I felt that always made me feel a bit better. It still did.
I miss her like crazy and she hasn't even been gone a day yet.
Here are a few pics I took when we took her to the vet a few month back.
God I love that dog. I will miss you forever Prissy.