Beautiful Madhouse

Really? Come on now! My remaining dog Louie, is now having some major issues.  It’s really a bit too much to bear.  He is a dachshund and his back legs become paralyzed if he twists the wrong way or attempts to go up or down the steps.  We had lots of company this weekend and he gets too excited for a 16-year-old dog.  Not sure if he jumped up or someone unknowingly gave him too much loving.  Now the poor guy  is not able to walk at all. Both his back legs are completely limp. It sucks because I have finally come to terms with my bulldog Maggie passing on Thanksgiving day.  I know Louie the hot dog has been depressed ever since her passing.  I’ve been sleeping with him most nights so he isn’t alone in the living room. I always had this gut feeling that they would pass around the same time.  Their bond was really quite special.  So today I am off to the vet.  I know what they are going to say.  Surgery is the only option unless it heals on its own.  It has healed before in the past but this guy is a senior citizen now. He’s also too old for surgery. Not sure he has much spunk left in him.  I’m not sure my kids really understand what’s going on.  They think Maggie went to live in another house and Louie is walking funny.  Poor guy drags his little legs behind him to readjust his sleeping spot.   I’ve tried to explain death but its a bit hard to grasp for a pair of 2 year old twins.  Mia my 5 year old seems to understand a bit more.  I am trying to cherish the moments I have with left with my sweet dachshund.  I missed those moments with my bulldog.  I didn’t realize how quickly it would happen.  Sorry to be a Debbie downer  today but I just felt like I needed to share.  I am so used to having my pets around that I never really thought about when they would pass.  My crazy madhouse is feeling a bit emptier and sad with Maggie gone and Louie being injured so badly.  Hug your pets.  Appreciate them even if they smell bad, bark incessantly, poop on your floor, pee in the garden, get into the trash, eat off the table, and beg for scraps.  You miss these things when they are gone.  RIP Maggie and healing thoughts to my sick hot doggie, Louie.

I had to post a funny picture of Louie being harassed by Birdie.  He is a good sport.

This Thanksgiving afternoon I lost my English Bulldog Maggie.  I’m still in shock and find myself looking for her constantly.  She was 11 years old and died peacefully while sleeping in the living room surrounded by my daughters coloring on paper plates around her.  She was my first dog and boy was she a royal pain in the ass.  I got her right after I graduated from college.  She farted on me and it was love at first sight.  I spent my single days living in the East Village with Maggie as my steady roommate.  Boyfriends and other roommates came and went but Maggie always stayed.  She loved to chew up my furniture and walls.  She was stubborn and hated walking with anyone but me.  I remember countless times that friends had tried to walk her and she flat out refused.  It was no easy task to carry a 75lb Bulldog down the street. There are times in my life that I am so grateful to have had Maggie by my side.  After enduring a traumatic situation in 2003 I was left with PTSD and somewhat depressed.  Maggie helped me to feel safe again because she was extremely protective of me. I don’t know what I would have done with out her during that dark time. When I moved in with my husband Dan she warmed right up to him.  It also helped that he had a dog Louie that would soon become Maggie’s other half.  I am laughing out loud remembering the time that Maggie tried to hump my stepdaughter when I first moved in.  Dan kept asking what was wrong with this dog?  Maggie became more protective of me during my first pregnancy with Mia.  I remember her trying to go after visitors if they went anywhere near me in the bedroom.  She surprised me again by being super gentle with all of my children.  She let them climb all over her and drag her around the house. I’m not too sure the kids understand her passing.  Mia knows that I am terribly upset over her death and that makes her upset.  The 2 year old twins think she went to live in another house.  I keep trying to explain her death to them but they really aren’t able to get it just yet. I am sitting here typing this as my kids are all off to bed and its silent.  I miss Maggie’s loud snoring that shook the house.  I feel like a piece of myself is missing. Damn I loved that dumb dog,

http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/04/21/mourning-the-death-of-a-pet/