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So I started work on Monday. Work is fine. I won a new video iPod in a raffle, which is pretty cool.
My dog died today. Well, to be more precise, she was put to sleep today. Gretel had cancer and at 15 was just far too old to even attempt to remove the tumor(s?). It seems so odd though. Sure she'd been getting old but at her last check-up this summer she was doing pretty well. Hell, she even tracked down and killed a few baby bunnies this summer.
We got Gretel when I was in 5th grade. She's seen me through middle school, high school, college and law school. It'll be really odd not having her at my parents' house anymore. As my sister so aptly put it: "I feel like with Gretel gone, my girlhood is gone, too." And so it is.
My parents are getting a granite marker for her remains in the backyard. The stone will read: Gretel, 1992-2006, The Noble Dog. My Dad called her that. She was his companion -- the daughter who did't talk back and didn't mind his cigar smoking. He stayed home from work today as I wish I had. I keep running to the bathroom every hour or so to cry and then pull myself back together. It just seems too difficult to beg off on Day 3 because your dog died.
But I think, if you've ever had a family pet die, that you know that it's not just a dog (or cat). It's a family member.
My dog died today. Well, to be more precise, she was put to sleep today. Gretel had cancer and at 15 was just far too old to even attempt to remove the tumor(s?). It seems so odd though. Sure she'd been getting old but at her last check-up this summer she was doing pretty well. Hell, she even tracked down and killed a few baby bunnies this summer.
We got Gretel when I was in 5th grade. She's seen me through middle school, high school, college and law school. It'll be really odd not having her at my parents' house anymore. As my sister so aptly put it: "I feel like with Gretel gone, my girlhood is gone, too." And so it is.
My parents are getting a granite marker for her remains in the backyard. The stone will read: Gretel, 1992-2006, The Noble Dog. My Dad called her that. She was his companion -- the daughter who did't talk back and didn't mind his cigar smoking. He stayed home from work today as I wish I had. I keep running to the bathroom every hour or so to cry and then pull myself back together. It just seems too difficult to beg off on Day 3 because your dog died.
But I think, if you've ever had a family pet die, that you know that it's not just a dog (or cat). It's a family member.