Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts

26 January 2012

Trixie, In Memoriam



     In 1997 a friend's dog had puppies. Having gotten our first dog the previous year, we thought we could convinced our parents to let us have one of the puppies. We were successful and, after much debate over which puppy, brought home the one that we'd been referring to as Mud-Face. She was a pale blond except for on her face, which was a light brown. We liked the name (we were 13), but Mom said that it wasn't an acceptable name for a dog. Our brother picked Trixie, as in Speed Racer's girlfriend. She ended up outgrowing her coloring, so the name change worked out.

     Trixie was different from our other dog. She was a bit more standoffish and wanted to do what she wanted to do. Sometimes I would say that her personality was more cat-like.  If she didn't want to do something, she just ignored you. She looked a little silly too. Upon seeing her for the first time, my grandmama exclaimed "that's a dog?" If we let her fur grow out, she was something of a ball of fluff. I would sometimes call her my dandelion dog.  She loved cheese and would run across the house at the sound of the wrapper being removed.

     Last week Trixie got sick, so we took her to the vet. We had x-rays done which showed a lump in her lung. At close to 15 years old we decided to give her medication and hope for the best. Unfortunately she declined rapidly and, only 10 days after first showing signs of illness, passed away quietly at home. The last few days have just been heartbreaking, seeing what was coming but not being able to do anything to prevent it.

     Loosing our two childhood dogs within just a little more than a year of each other has been difficult. It feels like an ending to something, I'm not sure what.  Betsey and Trixie brought a lot of love and happy memories to our family, ones that we will cherish forever.

Just woke up cowgirls . trixie is a patriot

04 December 2010

Betsy, In Memoriam

     All children want a pet, usually a dog. They beg their parents and promise to always walk, feed, and otherwise take care of the hoped for animal. My siblings and I were no different, and, eventually, we succeeded in convincing our parents to let us have a dog. A friend of my mom's from work found a puppy in her flowerbed one day. After a short while she decided that she couldn't keep her, and started to try and find her a home.

     Our mom brought home an adorable black and white puppy with floppy ears named Betsy.  She was a mix of beagle and spaniel and, aside from a problem with chewing on things, was extremely well behaved. When she was very young she was crated at night and I remember our mom letting her into our room in the morning to jump on us to wake us up. She was full of energy and would treat the house like a race trace, running in circles through the living and dining rooms. About a year later Betsy adjusted to a new puppy being brought into the family, Trixie. However, Betsy would still often be referred to as the "best dog in the world" (Trixie being resistant to training).

     Over the years Betsy has had a few health problems, from allergies that caused her to chew on her feet to problems with her ears. About six months ago, she began to have problems with her back legs and difficulty walking. The vet said that she had rather severe arthritis in her back and hips. She was placed on some pain medication but otherwise was doing ok. Over the past week however, her condition worsened. She spent most of her days laying around the house, often yelping for attention. She was constantly agitated and I would sit and pet her until she fell asleep. She developed a sore on her side that was somewhat severe and that the vet felt would not fully heal without surgery, which wasn't an option for an almost 14 year old dog. Yesterday we made the heartbreaking decision to free her from her pain and say goodbye.  I spent much of the day crying and find myself crying again as a right this. I know we did what was right for Betsy, but it's been a very painful experience. Despite the pain, we know that Betsy had a very happy life and brought joy to us all.




15 March 2009

The Animals of the Family

I've been away this past week, pet sitting at my sister's house while she was on vacation. It reminds me of my pets, and those of my family. Here are a few:

Beagle tippy
Beagle (the failed hunting dog) and Tippy

craft: john, greg, red (dog) - 3 jul 1971
Red, my Dad's favorite pet

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Mom's family fish tank
(you can see mom through the tank)

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And our dogs now:

Betsy & Trixie

We got Betsy when I was in sixth grade. We got her from a friend of mom's, who had found her as a puppy in her flower bed. We got Trixie the following year. She was born to Sarah's friend's dog and we convinced our parents to let us get another puppy.

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