Pippin Posted August 13, 2008 Share Posted August 13, 2008 (edited) click me A comment in a different thread got me thinking about my Angie-girl (like I hadn't already been thinking of her, this month). On Aug 29, it will be a year. I never really believed in "heart dogs." Well, not for me, at least. That was for other folks, who were different from me. I was too jaded, too cautious, and had lost too many pets over the years. I knew better than to lose my heart to a dog. As an added protection, I adopted a senior - retired brood who was over 10 years old. I knew that I wouldn't lose my heart over a dog that might only have a couple years left to share my life... it wasn't like the bonding you'd get if the hound had been with you for 10 years, or whatever. And she was a brood mama - a very independent, strong-minded lady who wasn't the least bit needy or velcro. Just what I wanted. Two independent women living together. So I was safe, with my heart safely locked up, secure from canine capers. That's what I thought, anyway. I had myself pretty convinced, actually. And then I brought Angie home. My "yeller grammaw dawg," who was so independent that I would have to step over her to enter the house when I came home. She'd be sleeping on the cold tile in front of the door, far enough back that it wouldn't hit her. She'd open her eyes to see that it was me, and go back to sleep. Seven months later, I left her with friends for 2 weeks while I went home for Mom's funeral. When I came to pick her up, she was lying on a dogbed in the front room. When she heard my voice, she raised her head and her ears perked up - that was the most excitement she had ever shown at seeing me, up to that point. Two independent women, living together. It was perfect. She always kept her independence, was more like a cat than a dog, but that was ok - it was what I had wanted. But over time, we changed. We were still two independent women, but we became interdependent. She would look at me, and I would open the door and take her outside. At bedtime, she would look at me and look at the bed, and I would make Casey move so there was room for Angie in her preferred spot (her preferred spot was at the foot of the bed - she was NOT a snuggler). We had 4 1/2 years together, and somewhere in that timeframe, she became entwined all through my heart and my mind. I watched her grow older, and wondered what it would be like when she was gone, and how I would go on. We went for a wellness exam last year, and Doc said that if we just looked at her bloodwork, we'd think she was a 12yr old dog, not almost 15. Three weeks later I left her with Dee as I prepared to go out of town on a business trip. Angie waited until I was safely away, and then let Doc and Dee know that she was ready to find that rainbow bridge she'd heard so much about. It's been almost a year since she left me, eased to the bridge by her original foster-mom/dog-sitter and my favorite vet. And I still cry over her loss. But step by step, moment by moment, I go on. I see her face, her traits, in other greys. and I smile, remembering the love I got from an independent brood mama who learned to open her own heart, and taught me to do the same. Edited August 29, 2008 by Pippin Quote Mary Semper Fi, Dad - I miss you. Remembering Carla Benoist, a Greyhound/Pibble's bestest friend, Princess Zoe Brick-Butt, the little IG with the huge impact on hearts around the world - Miz Foxy - Greyhound Trish - Batman, the Roman-nosed Gentleman - Profile, the Handsome Man - Hunky the Hunkalicious - Jeany the Beautiful Lady- Zema, the most beautiful girl in the world - Jessie, the lovable nuisance - and my 3 Greys: my Angie-girl, my Casey-girl, and The Majestic Pippin, running forever in my heart. (I will always love you and miss you,my friends) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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