UncleWillie
Rarely serious.
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- Dec 29, 2010
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I wrote this last night, but i wasn't going to share it. But yall are like family, wierd and distant, so i decided to.
My 19 year old boxer died tonight. I have had her since we went to a pet store ,13 years ago, that was having an adoption day. On the way in the store, I told my wife we were not getting a dog.
Well, then fate interviened. We walked through the door, and there was a gorgeous boxer mix. She was inside one of those little fence enclosures rescues use. I petted her, and fell in love. I asked the adoption fee. It was ridiculous. I countered half as much. They said they don't barter. We walked away.
The dog drug the fence, and all the other dogs in it, across the floor to follow me. Another family tried to pet her, but she only looked at me.
A store employee told us she had been in the rescue off and on for 6 years. Someone would take her home, then bring her back for whatever reason.
A few minutes of wandering around, and a woman tapped me on the shoulder. I am 6'4" so that doesn't happen often. The rescue worker said that would take my offer, but I could never bring her back. I agreed. I gave them the money, they shoved a packet of paper in one hand, and a leash in the other. I asked what the dogs name was, and got no reply.
The dog was about to explode with excitement. As we walked to the truck, I read the front of the Manila envelope. It said Kharma, a stupid name for a dog. An assassin, yes. A beautiful brown eyed boxer, no. I called her Carmel, and she acted like it was her real name all along.
On the way home, she got a hamburger. At home, I got more love than I deserved. Over the next 13 years she destroyed countless squeaky toys, ran so many miles, and loved everyone.
About 4 days after bringing her home, we discovered why she had been returned so many times. She was laying in the living room, ans a puddle of urine swelled out from under her. She had spay incontinence. She could not stay inside all day without leaking. Fortunately I am self employed, I could take her to work, or just let her out every couple of hours.
Soon she was attacking sprinklers, playing with the rooster, letting baby chicks lay on her, and sleeping in the bucket of tractor. She was energy dog-sonified.
A few years later, we had a son, Heath. He had an unwavering protector, friend, sharer of snacks, and a place to drive hotwheels.
Her unofficial name became Baby. Everyone called her Baby. But she wagged her tail twice as haed when i called her Baby.
I never had to worry about leaving her with anyone, or anything.
We had a couple of dogs over the years. Carmel outlasted most of them. Then 9 years ago we got Gunner, the dumbest, and sweetest mutt you have ever seen. He became Carmel's companion in everything.
Someone gave us a American Bulldog mix, Sadie. We had no clue as to her age. She and Carmel became frenimies. Sadie wanted to be top dog, but didn't realize that at, 16, Carmel had no quit in her. After a couple of challenges, Sadie fell in line. The three dogs were inseparable, and everywhere.
Two years ago we had a daughter, Victoria who immediately fell in love with Carmel. She crawled on, sat against, and slept with Carmel.
We moved last year. Farther out in the country where the mutts could run. And run they did. A few months later Sadie had a heart attack, and died. She was buried down close to the creek where she spent so much time.
Carmel seemed to begin to age overnight. Suddenly she was gray, and losing weight.
An old neighbor gave us Bear, most likely a full blooded German Shephard, and all puppy. She is barely a year old according to the vet. Carmel let her know that she was 19, and would tolerate no foolishness on her part. Bear got the message, and they were buddies.
Carmel progressively changed for worse. She got to where she could no longer eat kibble, so we bought ridiculously expensive soft food, and she got lots of people food, and cheese. She went for many truck rides, that usually went past a diner that had bacon cheese burgers. Her favorite.
Tonight we came home from supper. She was outside where she loves to be, but was so weak she couldn't get up to greet us. I carried her inside, and we loved on her for over an hour. She kept looking at me with the most confused eyes. I told her it was ok if she needed to give up. It would be a two hour ride to the nearest emergency vet. So we loved on her more.
At 10:05pm she finally, for the first time in 19 years, she gave up. We buried her next to Sadie.
I thought back to the day she picked me. Given the chance to do it again, I would gave paid twice the asking price.
My 19 year old boxer died tonight. I have had her since we went to a pet store ,13 years ago, that was having an adoption day. On the way in the store, I told my wife we were not getting a dog.
Well, then fate interviened. We walked through the door, and there was a gorgeous boxer mix. She was inside one of those little fence enclosures rescues use. I petted her, and fell in love. I asked the adoption fee. It was ridiculous. I countered half as much. They said they don't barter. We walked away.
The dog drug the fence, and all the other dogs in it, across the floor to follow me. Another family tried to pet her, but she only looked at me.
A store employee told us she had been in the rescue off and on for 6 years. Someone would take her home, then bring her back for whatever reason.
A few minutes of wandering around, and a woman tapped me on the shoulder. I am 6'4" so that doesn't happen often. The rescue worker said that would take my offer, but I could never bring her back. I agreed. I gave them the money, they shoved a packet of paper in one hand, and a leash in the other. I asked what the dogs name was, and got no reply.
The dog was about to explode with excitement. As we walked to the truck, I read the front of the Manila envelope. It said Kharma, a stupid name for a dog. An assassin, yes. A beautiful brown eyed boxer, no. I called her Carmel, and she acted like it was her real name all along.
On the way home, she got a hamburger. At home, I got more love than I deserved. Over the next 13 years she destroyed countless squeaky toys, ran so many miles, and loved everyone.
About 4 days after bringing her home, we discovered why she had been returned so many times. She was laying in the living room, ans a puddle of urine swelled out from under her. She had spay incontinence. She could not stay inside all day without leaking. Fortunately I am self employed, I could take her to work, or just let her out every couple of hours.
Soon she was attacking sprinklers, playing with the rooster, letting baby chicks lay on her, and sleeping in the bucket of tractor. She was energy dog-sonified.
A few years later, we had a son, Heath. He had an unwavering protector, friend, sharer of snacks, and a place to drive hotwheels.
Her unofficial name became Baby. Everyone called her Baby. But she wagged her tail twice as haed when i called her Baby.
I never had to worry about leaving her with anyone, or anything.
We had a couple of dogs over the years. Carmel outlasted most of them. Then 9 years ago we got Gunner, the dumbest, and sweetest mutt you have ever seen. He became Carmel's companion in everything.
Someone gave us a American Bulldog mix, Sadie. We had no clue as to her age. She and Carmel became frenimies. Sadie wanted to be top dog, but didn't realize that at, 16, Carmel had no quit in her. After a couple of challenges, Sadie fell in line. The three dogs were inseparable, and everywhere.
Two years ago we had a daughter, Victoria who immediately fell in love with Carmel. She crawled on, sat against, and slept with Carmel.
We moved last year. Farther out in the country where the mutts could run. And run they did. A few months later Sadie had a heart attack, and died. She was buried down close to the creek where she spent so much time.
Carmel seemed to begin to age overnight. Suddenly she was gray, and losing weight.
An old neighbor gave us Bear, most likely a full blooded German Shephard, and all puppy. She is barely a year old according to the vet. Carmel let her know that she was 19, and would tolerate no foolishness on her part. Bear got the message, and they were buddies.
Carmel progressively changed for worse. She got to where she could no longer eat kibble, so we bought ridiculously expensive soft food, and she got lots of people food, and cheese. She went for many truck rides, that usually went past a diner that had bacon cheese burgers. Her favorite.
Tonight we came home from supper. She was outside where she loves to be, but was so weak she couldn't get up to greet us. I carried her inside, and we loved on her for over an hour. She kept looking at me with the most confused eyes. I told her it was ok if she needed to give up. It would be a two hour ride to the nearest emergency vet. So we loved on her more.
At 10:05pm she finally, for the first time in 19 years, she gave up. We buried her next to Sadie.
I thought back to the day she picked me. Given the chance to do it again, I would gave paid twice the asking price.
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