It's Been One Year
It's been one year since Chey died. And she is sorely missed. I was
looking at pictures of her the other night and wishing I had more, yet I
find it hard to bring myself to take current pictures of the dogs that we
have now.
I feel like I could reach out and touch her and she would still be here.
The pictures that I do have of her just make me miss her more because I
can't touch her, can't feel her, can only see the snapshots of her.
I try not to get too maudlin about it. Sometimes I fail.
Chey taught me so much.
This is really hard to write. I started this post a few weeks ago because
I knew that I wanted to say something on the anniversary of her death.
And the words just won't come.
I know that I should celebrate the health and happiness of our current
dogs. And I do, on a day to day basis.
Dax is doing absolutely fabulously with accupuncture and Duralactin. He
started actually jumping up on people within the last month or so. Sure,
it's a behaviour that you want to discourage, but it's also something
that he hadn't done in over a year. So it means that he's not in pain
and he's feeling good. He's also bouncing all over the yard and playing
with Day.
Day is little Miss Happy. She's not perfect, she's not as well socialized
as she should be, but she's really happy to be living with us and she wags
a LOT.
Cyke is doing pretty well considering that he got recently chomped by Day.
He asked for it and he got it. We're working on different training
methods to deal with his issues and making progress. He's absolutely
fabulous when there are no other dogs around and my parents love him. Liz
is learning how to do dog training and working with Cyke daily on
obedience.
And Chey. The main subject of this post. Missed. Wasn't the perfect
dog. Was the dog that taught me a lot. And I wish she was here today.
But if she was, we wouldn't have Day. And Day is a blast -- she's so
happy and devastating all at the same time. She'll happily destroy
anything you give her. She lives up to her name. The Happy Destructor.
Chey -- you are missed and loved. I hope with all my heart that you are
enjoying warm beds and good bones. And thank you for giving Day some tips
on being the queen bitch.