Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Nesta had his first puppy date! He has friends that he visits (Shout out to Frank and Casey!) but he had a Black GSD puppy named Maya all to himself on his turf. They romped and rolled and ate some mulch together before flopping over on the floor for a spell. It was just too cute. I'm thankful for lots of things, and most certainly thankful for dogs!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Dog Devotion

I have never been able to understand people that are not "dog people". Perhaps it is unfair of me to categorize people based on whether they think dog feet smell delightful or not. But I for one, can't imagine going through life without the thud of a happy tail, or the howling laughter of my children during a game of catch the puppy. Not to mention the prance of a dog that has just unearthed a stolen treasure or the trusting, devoted look in your canine friend's eyes. (even while wearing a tutu and socks) I dare one of these nonbelievers to watch a puppy pounce on an unruley leaf blowing through the yard- and not be hopelessly devoted.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Nesta's Lion of Zion

Before Nesta

I spent the last few weeks carrying my German Shepherd up the stairs at night. I couldn’t bear the thought of him waking in the night alone. He would surely try to climb the stairs to be with his people. He would fall, and be dishonored by his defeat. My once heroic dog was reduced to a frail body riddled with cancer. However, his downy white coat covered the protruding bones with velvety softness.
On our last full night together, I slept downstairs on the floor with him. His breathing so labored, I worried he might not make it through the night. A part of me wished he would just go quietly that night so that I would not be faced with the task of driving him to the vet. I had spoken to our vet the day before. They had special hours set aside for when we humans have to undertake the inevitable last step in our furry companions’ lives. I had been patiently waiting for some sort of sign from Tirowa- that he no longer wanted to go on. But that sign was not going to come without horrific suffering on his part. Tirowa just wanted to be by my side silently and adoringly. It was now my job to be strong. I knew that my beast of a boy hated the vet’s office. He would shake and cry in the waiting room, and climb in my lap when Dr. Latta entered the room. He refused her biscuits. But Dr. Latta had taken care of my boy for the last 12 years with kindness that one does not often see. She rushed in after hours to stitch his wounds with just me for an assistant. And now, Tirowa and I would be making the journey to West Chester one last time.
There were two conversations I was trying to avoid almost as much as the evening’s appointment. I would have to call Seth in Cooprestown and tell him. And I would have to tell my girls. I thought about trying to shield them from the pain. Take the dog after they went to bed. But I recalled my own childhood emotions when faced with loss . I always felt guilt for not saying good bye properly. So this I granted them. Kaya to her long time guardian and Marley to her playmate. They took it harder than I had imagined but Seth was strong for us- trying to gently calm the sadness.
On the drive to Dr. Latta’s, I pulled over in a quiet park. I sat in the back of the jeep with Tirowa- listening to music. I wanted to stay there, in the dark and peace, soaking up the sweet scent of his puppy feet for one more song. Don’t we always want just one more song?
He died in my arms. Beautiful and loyal to the absolute end. Fare thee well my doggy….

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Not so savy

I have no idea how this works....but I am determined to figure it out.