June 5, 2013
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a couple beers last night, and I was out 'til about 7:30 am. I jump in my shrimpy batmobile, get me a tall coffee at McDonald's, go to the store for a bottle of windshield washer, killin' time before the oil change place opened at 8. gave the bat-mobile a good drink of fresh synthetic oil, had 'em top off all liquids, and fill the tires to be good to go for another 5000 miles
. once home, I call the local heating and cooling place and set up an appointment to have my central air looked at and fixed. the best they can set up is next Monday at 7:30 am. kool! I'll prob'ly have me another Agave wheat ale and hang out on the lawn chair with my MP3 player until I gotta get ready for the stalag come 2pm. I'm tellin' ya, these 8 hour days are awesome!! I have all night to sleep and half a day to get stuff done (oil change, grocery shop, hair cut, etc.). did I mention awesome...? it's worth sayin' again. another benefit of 8's is if I eat a good meal before, I don't even need to bring a big lunch. yesterday, I brought me a bag of chips and that was enough to hold me over 'til I was paroled (10pm). it's kind of weird working with a new group of peeps, but so far it rocks! *crosses fingers that it lasts forever*Bambi Mittens writes me about taking Rosie off my hands and having her buried at her place. I told her it was too late being I had already set up the option of cremation. and although she asked about it a couple 3 months back, I completely brain farted and forgot (too many hours at the stalag). she understands. well, here. I may as well cut and paste our conversation (read from the bottom up):
3) she had been showing signs (over the past 5 months), her hind legs would off again/ on again not get her up the front porch steps, our walks were shortened significantly due to her getting tired fast, she stopped eating dry food all together (I had her on moist food only for the last month or two), and near the end I had to carry her outside each time she had to pee, sometimes actually having to lift and balance her butt so she could do her business. right at the very end, she lost control of her front legs too. all she did was lie on her Rosie-pedic bed and pant. she drank a lot of water, but then finally refused to eat anything. she never showed any signs of suffering, yet I was wondering if I was just keeping her around for my own selfish purposes, so last weekend, I made the call and brought her in. it was one of the toughest calls I've ever made, but it needed to be done. she was the coolest dog ever! thanks for letting me enjoy her geriatric days
and thank you for the kind words. you're a sweet heart.
P.S. did I really have her around for 3 1/2 years...? wow. time flies when you got a cool mammal friend to hang with
To: bribolthouse@hotmail.com
2) I stopped by your house yesterday after work because I had questions, after all she did live with us for 10 years, we've been through alot in those years.Amy [Mitten's daughter] and I wanted to know if she died quietly at home or if she was having health problems and the vet suggested putting her down.
The other question you already answered with the cremation.Rosie showed up at our house in June of 1998, she was full grown, so she had to be 17 years old!
I know you're going through the same pain as I did with Jasmine. You loved her with all you had and she returned that love, I could see that when I visited her.
I often thought in the past that I should have found an alternate way so I didn't have to give her up or put her down, but then I think about how the last 3 1/2 years were the best years of her life. You gave her those years.
I had tears in my eyes all day Monday and I let myself cry on my way home after work after Carrie Underwoods Til I see you again came on the radio. The tears are here now just writing this.
I know its too early now, but don't give up on loving another dog, this is the 6th dog I've had in my life and lost, even though the pain is horrible the joy and love they give is worth having them around. There are so many dogs at the animal shelter just waiting to be loved by you like Rosie was.
You keep her paw print, you're the one who saved her and gave her the happiest ending to her life.
12:10 AMTo: jade mittens1) Hi Jalane. I got your call (she left a crying voice mail), but it was too late. I had already set up for them to
have Rosie cremated. forgive my short attention span (I've been working a billion
hours a week and I'm more brain-dead than ever), you had mentioned it
before and it completely slipped my mind. they are sending me a plaster
impression of one of her feet, if you'd like that, I can send it your way. throw me your address
if interested...here's hopin' you still have this email address (?!)
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