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Before 8 AM
Originally Posted at LV August 9 2008.
She died very peacefully and beautifully this morning.
It's hard to believe she's dead because she looks so beautiful.
I'll be offline.
This morning my goal was to call the vet at 8' o clock.
Mr. Flophouse rose early.
She made her way to his chair at the kitchen table, labored breath, wobbley.
He patted her head and she made her way back to her bed- a tremendous effort.
I rose at 7:00.
She made her way to my chair at the kitchen table. I stroked her and told her how good she is.
She went back to her bed.
We walked over to her bed and we were petting her. We told her what a good girl she is. I told her she can go if she needs to. She doesn't need to watch over us. I said the names of everyone who loves her.
We had soft tears.
She breathed out: "Kah.................kah........kah......................kah................................................................kah"
And then she died.
Softly.
Peacefully.
Beautifully.
at
7:30.
*
She laid for an hour but the poodles were oblivious.
Mr. Flophouse dug a grave. He opened the drawer to get Bee's leash and collar which excited little Maestro greatly. So much so that he sat briefly on the deceased's head in anticipation of his own collar.
He put the collar and leash on Beebah, we carried her out and lowered her body into the grave.
We sprinkled the black dirt onto her body until she was fully covered enough to shovel the soil on top of her.
Maestro was still so Pavlovian-excited about the leash and collar that he kept falling into the grave while trying to get our attention. Then Kubrick's front leg slipped into the grave out of sheer big dog clumsyness. I uttered the quote Teddy Roosevelt's daughter said about her father, "He has to be the bride at every wedding and the corpse at every funeral."
It began to rain softly the moment we finished.
I went to work on the scaffold. I stayed calm and collected. I could tell that my painting partner was hoping I would be more emotional. He kept bringing it up. It just felt right to put paint on the wall. I've been fine.......
But now that it's late I have a terrifying urge to go tear up the earth and check on her.
Sorry to end it like this. But that's how I feel right now. No need to comment again on this blog- I appreciated your comments greatly today.
She died very peacefully and beautifully this morning.
It's hard to believe she's dead because she looks so beautiful.
I'll be offline.
This morning my goal was to call the vet at 8' o clock.
Mr. Flophouse rose early.
She made her way to his chair at the kitchen table, labored breath, wobbley.
He patted her head and she made her way back to her bed- a tremendous effort.
I rose at 7:00.
She made her way to my chair at the kitchen table. I stroked her and told her how good she is.
She went back to her bed.
We walked over to her bed and we were petting her. We told her what a good girl she is. I told her she can go if she needs to. She doesn't need to watch over us. I said the names of everyone who loves her.
We had soft tears.
She breathed out: "Kah.................kah........kah......................kah................................................................kah"
And then she died.
Softly.
Peacefully.
Beautifully.
at
7:30.
*
She laid for an hour but the poodles were oblivious.
Mr. Flophouse dug a grave. He opened the drawer to get Bee's leash and collar which excited little Maestro greatly. So much so that he sat briefly on the deceased's head in anticipation of his own collar.
He put the collar and leash on Beebah, we carried her out and lowered her body into the grave.
We sprinkled the black dirt onto her body until she was fully covered enough to shovel the soil on top of her.
Maestro was still so Pavlovian-excited about the leash and collar that he kept falling into the grave while trying to get our attention. Then Kubrick's front leg slipped into the grave out of sheer big dog clumsyness. I uttered the quote Teddy Roosevelt's daughter said about her father, "He has to be the bride at every wedding and the corpse at every funeral."
It began to rain softly the moment we finished.
I went to work on the scaffold. I stayed calm and collected. I could tell that my painting partner was hoping I would be more emotional. He kept bringing it up. It just felt right to put paint on the wall. I've been fine.......
But now that it's late I have a terrifying urge to go tear up the earth and check on her.
Sorry to end it like this. But that's how I feel right now. No need to comment again on this blog- I appreciated your comments greatly today.
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Comment by Lori on November 15, 2008 at 10:08pm
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So I posted on the the dog dog blog, because I am a dog person not aware of the fact this was an older blog. I am so sorry for your loss. I remember when I had to put my own first pet down. Brutal. I am happy for you and her that she passed away at home with love. I can see my dogs acting the very same way about the collar and leash.
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