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For the Love of Dog

In these times of serious uncertainty regarding the world due to the many threats facing us all, our very lives, and the USA (which is now under dismal leadership), my thoughts and emotions more and more turn to dogs. How wonderful they are, how our lives are made bearable by their dear, temporary presence.

For those of us who love them (and all animals as a result), all of the other, horribly unfortunate dogs’ (and all animals’) plights in this world are unbearably heartbreaking and soul crushing. Using words for it all seems meaningless…it goes so much deeper.

Another serious heartbreak comes with each and every one of our beloved dogs passing from this world. So sad and terrible a loss, so many memories, and it happens time and time again, since they only live about one-sixth as long as we do, and many of us have two or more dogs at a time. So in a modest tribute to dogs, who truly are a blessing, as opposed to so many people, I wanted to share a beautiful poem and some great photos. Hope you like them. (Photos are all courtesy of Pixabay.com)

This is for dog people of course, but for cat (or whichever) people, you only need to replace the word “dog” and I’m sure it hits home, also regarding any truly loved one.

Poem by Colleen Fitzsimmons
Tuesday, April 28, 2020
https://www.poemhunter.com/colleen-fitzsimmons/

The Loss Of A Heart-Dog

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.

I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you so softly as you brushed away a tear,

“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea.

You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore.

I longed to take your parcels, I wished I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.

I want to reassure you that I’m not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.

I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said, “It’s me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.

I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It’s possible for me to be so near you everyday.

To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…

In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over now … I smile and watch you yawning,

And say, “Goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,

I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

Be patient, live your journey out — then come home to be with me.

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Dog Walking – What’s It All About?

We walk dogs, they walk us. It means everything to them. To us it means happily watching their boundless joy at the simple pleasure of being out and about, exploring the world.
Their noses are the height of it all; their amazingly acute sense of smell tells them things we might only dream of.
Dog walking also gets us off our behinds and out for some good exercise and fresh air (as fresh as we can find it anyways).
Even picking up their poop with those biodegradable bags makes us stoop and stretch a bit; ah yes, what a workout.
Before we know it we’ve already walked over a mile, and speedily.
If your dogs are anything like mine, they’re always in a rush, full speed ahead, except when it’s time to apply the brakes and stall, to savor some mystery odor, for several minutes if need be.
Ever watchful we must be, as dogs can be reckless and brash, overcome by excitement, so our perceptions and reactions get sharpened in the bargain, too.
Add sight-seeing to the mix and our harried senses are multitasking!
Preventing dog fights and/or coyote attacks is a special skill we enjoy honing; the old “holy crap, exit stage right!” routine.
If you’re one of those lucky people with calm, sensible, blood-pressure-lowering dogs, well, I’m intensely jealous of you, but love my dogs no less.
I dream of a day when such a level-headed dog may come my way and into my life, but for now it’s “all hands on deck, full alert!” while out for our daily jaunts.
It’s truly amazing how quickly dogs can scoop up some alarmingly crunchy tidbit from some viscous, reeking mess and chomp and gulp it down before you can grab it away.
At those times, hopefully never again, you only pray that whatever it was gets digested and eliminated without problems.
Being always grateful that your dog hasn’t gotten him/her self killed (or that you haven’t done so), dog walking also heightens our spirituality. Grateful to who? Well, to whoever’s in charge “out there.” God even!
Dogs teach us special things we cannot put into words, really. Something about appreciating the little things in life to the fullest.
Something about the spirit, and togetherness, and love.

[All images free from pixabay.com, click on them to enlarge.]

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Sweet, Friendly, People-Loving Mattie Has Died

Mattie’s Story in Brief

It was October 2005, and she obviously had been left behind by her “family” who’d had to move out of an apartment complex which was being evacuated to be converted to condominiums, and they simply left her behind to fend for herself on busy streets, in coyote territory, and with all sorts of people around…all who pretty much ignored her as she hopefully followed them wagging her little tail, looking for new friends to take care of her. My heart was filled with dread on seeing her out there wandering, aimlessly, hopefully, dejectedly. Of course I had to take her in, regardless of the fact I already had two dogs (dear Corky and Heidi) and we were not allowed more than that in my apartment complex. I would simply only walk two dogs at a time and if asked would say one was my brother’s, just visiting. They never asked, thank goodness.

Mattie was already spayed when found, probably as a small Rat Terrier puppy after being bought from a pet store, most likely having been bred in a hellish puppy mill. It was always heartbreaking when, for several months after I took her in, she would always lead me towards one condominium in the complex across the way. It must have been where she’d lived. She was frantic in searching for something always while out on a walk…obviously she was searching for her former “family.” I believe since her “cute puppy” days were long over and she had some scars and problems, they simply thought of her as discardable.

That’s how some people pay back the love and loyalty of dogs, by totally abandoning them, never to be seen again, without a thought or a care.

Well, Mattie made an absolutely wonderful addition to my family. She got on very well with everyone; that is, except for most other dogs, who just rubbed her the wrong way, and except for all cats which she went after maniacally and murderously at every sighting (never caught one, thank goodness). She never met a person she didn’t love and was heartbroken when people ignored or rebuffed her.

She was lively (some would say insanely hyper) and playful despite her numerous health problems, among them a long-ago broken toe that healed twistedly, a bad old scar on that foot from a bloody injury, luxating patellas (bad back knees), and later on a large soft lipoma inside her left back leg. In her later years just recently, she’d gone totally deaf and suffered from pinched nerves, and in the last week she evidently had at least one stroke that left her unable to balance anymore so she would spin and go in circles and fall down as if badly drunk, which terrified her. She was no longer happy, for a few months, but I kept trying new remedies and holding out hope that things would improve. They didn’t, really, only briefly at times.

She had two long-time dog partners in her life: Lily whose story can be found in an earlier blog (search “My Little Lily is Gone”), and Tyler currently (search “Tyler” in that same article). She and her partners would romp and shout and chase and wrestle and jawbone like nobody’s business. It was always a joy to see her so happy. She would chase me around too, playful gleam in her pretty brown eyes, only to be hugged once she caught me. She had countless outdoor adventures over the years, even though she didn’t care for car rides, but once at the fun destinations all that was forgotten.

I’m sure to be leaving out so much that would accurately describe Mattie and the love I have for her, forever, but this is only a blog; it’s not the 13+ years spent with this beautiful, sweet, funny, unique, loving, friendly angel of a dog, so it can never do her justice.

I just hope her dear soul is in absolute bliss and happy to be free of her ailing 18-year-old body that failed her so sadly towards the end. She was euthanized today (June 4) as I held her and she passed on as my heart broke, once again, as it has so many times now, my mind dazed and confused about why life is like this. But my heart also soared for her freedom from all of that suffering she was enduring.

Following are pictures of her in much happier, youthful times in our former apartment. She currently (since 2012) lived in the condo complex where she’d been abandoned, as I was able to purchase a condo when prices were so low, and to the end of her out-for-a-walk days she always showed a spark of recognition for that same condo I suspected she’d lived in before 2005. The love and loyalty of dogs is absolutely amazing, so sorely undeserved by some people.

My House and Life Without Mattie Feel Quite Strange – We Miss Her

Mattie at about age 8 in 2008

Mattie & partner Lily in 2008, Lily about 1 year old, Mattie 8

Best little poser, Mattie again at 8 years old

Mattie & Lily again around 2008

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