Well Folks,
I know it's been awhile since I've last posted, but Dang! Things have been busy. I've gone though so many changes these last few months that I can't keep up with them.
Ginger passed away last month, that tiny little thing just laid down and gave up, I was worried 'bout her, she wasn't eatin' properly. Took her to the vet, he told me she was nearly 16 years old, she was older than we thought.
Man, I and my Man we fussed with that dog make sure she'd eat something, she'd like the "Cesar's" dog food, the fillet, but not the grilled stuff, we'd mash it so she'd didn't have to work hard to eat it, but then she started losing her mind....doggie dementia the vet called it.
I mean us humans we get it but to see it in a dog....sad.... and there's nothin' you can do, just keep an eye on her, then she started eatin' less and less, we got so we'd have to spoon feed her, to get her to eat.
Then one day last month, I was in the kitchen washing dishes and I heard her tags behind me and I saw her turning around and around in a tight circle in the middle of the kitchen and then she just collapsed, I couldn't wake her up.
My Man comes in, he sees what's happen and we both agreed, this was it. So picked her up and put her on her doggie bed, every two hours we'd roll her from one side to the other, try and get some water down her, but she couldn't even do that. So we'd just wet a cloth and run it on her gums and see if she'd get something down. Wash her face and such. Petted her, talked to her, kept checking on her.
But it was scary, she did weight at 13 pounds, but she felt light like a feather.
The next day I had to go to work so my Man stayed with her, then later he called me, she had passed over.
Ginger was a strange little dog, for 12 years she had been with a family that abused her, she had serious trust issues, she was a hard dog to love, couldn't pet her, couldn't pick her up, she'd bite you, giving her a bath was an event....heavy gloves, a muzzle....she was a 13 pound dog with the fighting spirit of a 150 pit bull.
She was a hard dog to love, but we'd made a commitment to that little dog to care for her, and make sure she was never abused again in what ever time she had left....when I saw her at the shelter I just knew no one would adopt her with all her issues, and she didn't even trust us, not until the last 9 months of her life, she'd finally let me pet her and stroke her, giving a bath still an event, she even got herself stuck in an area we didn't think she'd get into but she did.
I realized the only way I could get her out was to get on my hands and knees (not an easy thing with my aches and pains) slide my hand under her and lift her up a bit to bring her out. I couldn't find my gloves, so I took a chance figuring I'd get bit any way.....but.... I got her out, I kept sayin' to her "Mommy's here, I'll get you out" and she let me lift her and I got her out and I held her to me and petted her and she let me hold her for all of 5 minutes, then she'd wiggle to get down, That surprised me.
After that when I'd be cooking dinner she'd come up to me and lean against my leg and I'd reach down and pet her and say "Don't worry, Mommy will feed you first". Even in her dementia she still continued to do that until that day she collapsed, but she came into the kitchen where I was...
Poor little weird, demented, evil, vicious, sad, confused, abused dog. At least in the last years of her life, she knew kindness and that no one was going to hurt her, even if she hated getting a bath...
I miss her in a way, but at least I know she's with the angels who take care of doggies and she's in a happier place. Why'd anyone abuse a little thing like that I'll never know.
Both me and my Man agree we cannot trust a person who says they hate dogs, I mean it's different if they say I can't be around dogs or cats allergies, or I'm afraid of dogs because of a bad experience, or to say I prefer cats....well that's different..but to say they hate dogs....you know then they are a "sick person".
I mean there are people who seem to have an affinity for cats, like the fact they are independent, and don't appear to be very needy. Dogs are more work, you have to keep them engaged, exercise them, walk them, exercise their mind.
But they give you this look, that I don't see in cats, and you know they will go to any lengths to please you, so I ask you Folks.....how can a person abuse a dog?
To me then that person is not natural, not right in the head.
Both my Man and I have both said "The more we know about people the more we prefer our dogs."
Right now we are dogless....we've both said....we've got a lot of work we need to do around the house and yard....we cannot take on another dog for now.
But we both know when the right dog comes along it will find us and then we'll be arguing with that dog about hogging the bed or the couch, or it sitting in the front seat of the car and I' have to sit in the back.
But it will be a long time before that will happen....we just have to be patient.
Mean Kitty signing off for now and getting another cup of coffee.
