Our Princess Puppy

Well Folks,

I knows I haven't posted here for a long time, but things have been busy for me. But today, today I have to write something sad, very sad.

Our Dog passed away yesterday. No we did't put her to sleep, we were lucky in a way, she passed over as nature intended, her body just quit working and she laid down, we made her comfortable as possible and watched over her.

When they refuse water and/or very soft food you know that it. It's time.

She did that, poor thing---We had her loving devoted presense for 16 years, from when she was 6 month old.

She and My Hunka Burnin' Love looked into each others' eyes and that was it. Heck she even "called Shotgun" riding in the car, I had to sit in the back seat.

She had her own way of communicating with us, she was even better than Lassie, but Oh if my Man even so much as petted another dog and came home, she'd give him the third degree sniff and I mean right up close a personal at the personals then she'd look at me and ruff and growled and woof and give my Man an accusing glare that said "How dare you go off with another dog, a hussy at that!"

And my Man would be apologizing and saying "I'm sorry to that dog" more than he would to me.

But I didn't mind, she kept him in line. She'd even keep "evil dog" in line letting evil dog know whose boss.

But then she laid down, even evil dog was puzzed, I could see it in Ginger's eyes, "what happened? The pecking order is off kilter, why is boss dog lying down?" and Ginger would give our Princess a lick on the cheek trying to encourage her to get up, then Ginger started standing guard.

Poor thing it was the only thing she could do. And my man petting our beloved hound until she drew her last breath.

We had a spot picked out for her, her spot is carfully marked, I'm going to get a nice river rock and using patio paints that are weather resistant, paint her name and the years we had her.

She's happy and healthy now, young and carefree, playing catch with my Man's Daddy.

My Hunka Burnin' Love expects her to come and get him when it's time for him to go, and I think she'll do it too.

Right now the house is very quiet, no woof's to wake us up in the morning to let us know she's got to do her 1's and 2's. No lying down in front of the open door with the door screen latched to give friendly woof's at the mail person. No jingle of the dog tags, no sitting in the middle of the kitchen waiting for Mommy to give her treats. No more gentle licks from her soft tongue when we're upset about something.

No more playing with her German Shepard boyfriend ( he died 6 months ago), no more rolling around on the big beach towel to dry off after her bath and then looking up at us coyly. No more of those soft brown eyes that each time look at us saying wordlessly "I love you".

You know the word Dog it right for this type of creature, because Dog is God spelled backwards, and it's God's way of saying I LOVE YOU.

WE LOVE YOU TOO BABY GIRL.

Mean Kitty, crying and signing off for the day.