Woof!
It is imperative that someone please tell my mom and dad that I'm hungry and it really would be okay to feed me more than twice a day. Really it would. And if they could also just scratch my butt and feed me at the same time that'd be great. Of course, they might not listen since they routinely neglect me. Just today, they fed me and let me out, then left me in a boring garage to sleep on the cold, hard, flo...well, okay. A nice, soft, warm bed. But that's not the point is it? I mean, sure, they came back and let me out. But have I seen any more food? No! And even playing with a dog isn't going to make up for that now is it? Hmm. I think it's that time! Yes! Yes! They're bringing dinner!!! My people love me! Life is good!
Chomp Chomp Slurp Swallow
Where was I? Oh, that's right. Yes, they routinely starve me. Like right now. I'm just starving but there's no food in sight! It's a dog's life. Oh well, the dog loves them anyways.
Libby
Huh? Did someone say WALK?!!!
March, 28. 2006
Today, around 12 noon, the world grew a little bit darker. The bright light of Libby's life finally dulled and went out. For three days she had valiantly struggled to overcome the agony of her spinal cord whenever she tried to lay down and relax.The last night, she was too exhausted and afraid to try to lay down at all. All the drugs and injections proved ineffective, acupuncture didn't help either. We promised her we'd stop her pain somehow. She was afraid to lay down at the end, but we coaxed her and she bravely did so. She even washed my face one last time. She died in our arms, and is now, finally, able to rest.
Libby loved to 'go', and loved to 'come home'. She loved nothing more than to dash through streams at a high gallop, her eye's laughing and her tongue lolling as she sprayed her people with water as she thundered by. She was greased lightning in her youth and could stop on a dime. She still had puppy moves to the last days of her life.
We knew that Libby appoved of our new home when we brought her back on her second visit to the property and she became whining and wriggling with excitement as we pulled into the driveway. She knew the way to her grandparent's house and would always begin to carry-on, unable to contain her excitement and vocalising her anticipation, as we got close to their place. She especially loved her grandpa who was known to be a bit more liberal with 'forbidden' treats on occassion.
10:00 pm was one of her favourite times of the day. The tv would switch off, or the computers, and she knew it was time to go out for her potty break before coming in to her dinner. If we waited too long she would yodel her displeasure, usually enjoying the opportunity to vocalise freely. If we replied in kind she enjoyed it the more. Her eyes were warmth and love. Her ears could make you laugh with a single quirk, and were the softest you could ever hope to pet.
To say that we miss her is to demonstrate how woefully inadequate words can be to express what is in our hearts. To us she was a dog, yes. But more than that, she was also one third of our family. She was a distinct personality. She was a huge part of our lives. Libby was the best friend I had, and even more treasured since there are so few people I truly call friend: especially here in the USA.
March 28, 2006 was a day of mercy and relief for our beloved 'Rotten' dog. It was a terrible day for her people who have to stay behind without her. Her remains will be cremated, and buried along with her two most prized possessions: her dinner bowl and her red, 'Kong' toy. We will plant a Western Red Cedar above her so that, in time, she will become part of a living organism to watch over her domain once more.
Her dogness was much loved. She was known variously as 'rotten dog', 'her dogness', 'puppy', 'Libacious', and, of course, 'Libby'. I hope that whenever she heard us speak her name in life, she understood that we loved her. I hope that somehow she can understand now how much we miss her. I pray that someday we will meet again in a better place, and never be parted again.
