Ode to Winston Finley...Febuary 9th 1993- January 7th 2006

Jan 09, 2006 21:51

so, i had a pretty sweet weekend, and i will totally share it...but after i write about whats really on my mind.

A lot of people might think its really stupid, and adolesnet of me to cry over a dog, but i couldnt help it...you guys just dont get it. i practically grew up with that stubborn poodle, and he was more than just a dog, he was part of the family.

Sometime last week my mother called and told me that Winston had gotten a hold of this 3 pound box of chocolates my grandmother had given me for christmas, and then he had gotten really sick. it wasnt a big surpirse, Winston loved chocolates, and pizza..he was basically a kid. And i didnt matter what he ate you couldnt bring that animal down...same went for our other dog Molly. So momma told me later that he had just eaten a few pieces from waht Niki had said and that his sickness had to be coming from something else. He was throwing up, and couldnt walk down the stairs, he had to be carried by Mac, he was pretty much the most pitaful thing ever. When momma called me on Friday she said he seemes to be getting a little better, but she was still going to take him to the vet to see exactly what was wrong. Because he wasnt acting himself and just laying around, unable to control his body and not eating.

well, due to the fact that i was in the country all weekend and that cell phone service becomes limited in certain areas, i didnt get to talk to Momma at all on saturday. on sunday night, after a very heated conversation with Baby, (i didnt think he should drive back to Albany so late, when his car was acting up..he, in the end staid) Momma called and told me the worst news.

She took Winston to the vet on Saturday morning, and Selby, or very personal vet told us that he had suffered from a heart attack and that his lungs were filling up with some kind of liquid. He said he was surpirsed he had made it this long, and if we wanted to, we could take him home and burry him in the back yard...that he'd die in the next day or so. So my beatiful puppie was put to sleep. i knew it was coming, he was getting really old...and for a dog of his size, its pretty amazing how long he lived. its just unreal, he's been around for the last 13 years, and now, when i go home...he wont be there, ever, he may have made me mad at times, but he was still my puppy!!! now i feel bad about everytime during the summer i didnt let him sleep in my bed with Molly.

i remember when we went to go buy him, when i was about 8 or so...he was the first puppy i held in the litter, and he was so big a chunky...smelled of puppy chow, and the teddy bear of mine that he loved...he'd drag taht thing everywhere. i remember i use to put his ears into a pony tail thing because when he was younger we got him tradionally cut. it's just, i cant believe it...Winstons gone, its no longer Molly and Winston, its just Molly, its no longer feed the dogs, it'll be feed the dog...i know when i go back home and see both dog dishes i'll lose it. He may ahve been a dog, but i loved him as if he were like my little furry brother. when we first moved into the house on Kentucky street this man came up to mom and me and was asking a few questions, just trying to get to know us and he said something along the lines of "You know, i always see you with your dark headed daughter, but never your blond one, the one whos always at the back door and you can see her pig tails" it was Winston he saw, on his hinde legs looking out. i miss him sooo much! he was such a good doggie and so smart, poor Molly is going to be beside herself im sure.

Momma said that Daddy was already looking for another dog to buy. its unusual for my family to only have one dog, we always have two. Molly and Winston are the ones we've had for the longest. That i can remember anyways. i cant believe he's gone. i plan to make a stone just for him and put it out in the back yard. i just cant imagine him not being there. i feel like i should write more, i know he was a dog, and to some people JUST a dog, but he was specail, and i'll always remember how cute he was when he was a pup and his breath, and how good he smelled when he got back from the vet from getting clipped. its just so hard to imagine he's gone, and it tares me up to know he was cremated. ugh, i hate just even writing that...i miss him, and im not even home yet...i just cant fatham the idea of him not being there in the living room by Daddy's chair...its just, unreal...
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