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Day 28 - Something That You Miss
Considering all the things I've reminisced about over the past four weeks or so, I guess it's not surprising that I haven't discussed my dog. We put her to sleep six and a half years ago; we had her for fifteen years before that. I even have it written down here, if you look far back enough (and grace my flist).
We picked her up while we were still living in Louisiana; I have no idea how old she was at the time. We named her after the color of her fur (as officially listed), and accidentally started a trend amongst our friends in New Jersey when we brought her back--afterwards, they ended up buying dogs, and named them after food items that also could be fur colors. (Vague, yet specific! Take that, random identity thieves! ...after I've given away my approximate residences of the past and... uh... well, it's a good thing I haven't disclosed any secret password questions.)
There was no doubt about it from day one: she was Jamie's dog: a small, yappy lapdog of the terrier kin that we had no idea how to deal with.
We didn't know how to treat her at first: most of the time we were in Louisiana, we kept her in the portable kennel, letting her out to eat and do her business. By the time we moved back to New Jersey, that had changed, and we were less loath to set her free (remember, in Louisiana: golf-course backyard). Thus, walks up and down the street, and a significantly longer leash in our backyard. We encouraged her to use our pachysandra patch for her business, and she took to it quickly.
When we first moved to Switzerland, it was like Dog Heaven. While our apartment was smaller, her roaming range suddenly became a lot larger: once she was through with business, she was allowed to roam around town with the rest of us, even to restaurants (they'd set down plates of water for her, and she'd scramble for scraps dropped on the floor).
We always considered her Jamie's dog, because Jamie was the one who connected with her the most. The image of her lying around Jamie's doorway as if she were just waiting for him to come home was one of the more heartbreaking things I can remember, particularly since it continued for long after I took over his bedroom. Still, I have a video of the two of them walking along a rock beach in Italy while I was still living in Ohio, and that's the way I'll always remember the two of them.
In mid-'03, her kidneys started failing on her, and quickly. I actually have entries for both the first signs of the problem, and the day we put her to sleep.
Oh, hey, there's the swelling of emotion I was looking for. Dammit, not at work.
I'd love another dog somewhere down the line; I'm just not quite ready to go there yet. I don't know if I could handle another one of her breed, though, but I'll probably stay in the terrier family and roughly lapdog size.
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment
Considering all the things I've reminisced about over the past four weeks or so, I guess it's not surprising that I haven't discussed my dog. We put her to sleep six and a half years ago; we had her for fifteen years before that. I even have it written down here, if you look far back enough (and grace my flist).
We picked her up while we were still living in Louisiana; I have no idea how old she was at the time. We named her after the color of her fur (as officially listed), and accidentally started a trend amongst our friends in New Jersey when we brought her back--afterwards, they ended up buying dogs, and named them after food items that also could be fur colors. (Vague, yet specific! Take that, random identity thieves! ...after I've given away my approximate residences of the past and... uh... well, it's a good thing I haven't disclosed any secret password questions.)
There was no doubt about it from day one: she was Jamie's dog: a small, yappy lapdog of the terrier kin that we had no idea how to deal with.
We didn't know how to treat her at first: most of the time we were in Louisiana, we kept her in the portable kennel, letting her out to eat and do her business. By the time we moved back to New Jersey, that had changed, and we were less loath to set her free (remember, in Louisiana: golf-course backyard). Thus, walks up and down the street, and a significantly longer leash in our backyard. We encouraged her to use our pachysandra patch for her business, and she took to it quickly.
When we first moved to Switzerland, it was like Dog Heaven. While our apartment was smaller, her roaming range suddenly became a lot larger: once she was through with business, she was allowed to roam around town with the rest of us, even to restaurants (they'd set down plates of water for her, and she'd scramble for scraps dropped on the floor).
We always considered her Jamie's dog, because Jamie was the one who connected with her the most. The image of her lying around Jamie's doorway as if she were just waiting for him to come home was one of the more heartbreaking things I can remember, particularly since it continued for long after I took over his bedroom. Still, I have a video of the two of them walking along a rock beach in Italy while I was still living in Ohio, and that's the way I'll always remember the two of them.
In mid-'03, her kidneys started failing on her, and quickly. I actually have entries for both the first signs of the problem, and the day we put her to sleep.
Oh, hey, there's the swelling of emotion I was looking for. Dammit, not at work.
I'd love another dog somewhere down the line; I'm just not quite ready to go there yet. I don't know if I could handle another one of her breed, though, but I'll probably stay in the terrier family and roughly lapdog size.
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment