The three of us, Bill, Sadie, and myself were moping, crying. and depressed since the reality set in on the 27th that Shadow was actually gone. We were with him when he said his final good-bye and it was very hard.
Sadie was lost and going from room to room looking for him and sniffing. I’m sure she also felt our depression which didn’t help matters and when she got sick on January 1st of course her vet was closed same as Shadow at Christmas.
I will never understand why pets get sick when their regular vets are closed for the holidays and you have to take your beloved animals to the only emergency animal hospital that is open. How they get away with jacking up their prices I’ll never know and make you pay half before they even look at them.
In Shadow’s case it was too late, but we had to arrange a private cremation with them because we wanted his ashes. Our vet would have charged around 80 dollars, but they charged 200. It took 9 days to get them back, but at least I feel better having them with me.
In Sadie’s case we ended up paying over 600 dollars, but thankfully she seems to be doing okay and they couldn’t even find anything wrong with her. No other dog could ever take Shadows place, but that doesn’t mean we can’t love another.
We were all so lost that we decided to get a puppy just to take our mind away from our baby. The minute I laid eyes on Shadow when he was 7 weeks old I fell in love and it only got stronger. We checked several places and Bill decided on the little guy below and I agreed. I’m glad he doesn’t look like my Shadow though.
We named him Obie and he’s a nice little guy and believe me a big mind distraction for all of us. Trying to potty train him in this cold is driving me nuts though, but keeping me occupied. He loves Sadie and she tolerates him. We bought him a little jacket because it’s just too cold outside.
He’s already growing on us and I try not to compare him with my Shadow because he has his own little personality. Since he wont get any bigger than 18 pounds if we don’t over feed him he will be a lot easier to take care of since we are getting older and we can even take him with us on the trike. Of course we need goggles and a carrier for Obie.
Our New Companion Obie/4 months/9 pounds
Jude/Blowout/1974
I was looking through some old photos and ran across this old Polaroid of me with a blowout or Afro or whatever you want to call it from 1974 and it made me laugh so hard that I thought I’d share it and give you a chuckle too.
Shadow/My Eskie/3 Months/8-5-99 – 12-26-09
Eric/My Son/2 Months/5-19-70 – 12-29-08
My last post was on the 23rd of 2009 and today is Jan 5th, 2010 I have not been myself and I knew December was going to be rough for me because Shadow fell and hurt himself on the 24th of December 08 and my Son passed on the 29th 08.
My Shadow couldn’t walk for 9 months and then all of a sudden he decided it was time to get up and move and we thought everything was going to be okay. We had to have a tumor removed from his lip on Nov. 19th and he seemed to be doing great.
Dec. 24th he seemed depressed and refused to eat and then he started regurgitating, he passed away and left us very heartbroken on the 26th. In my mind he was totally human and intertwined in my heart with Eric, it was as if they were one in my mind.
Sadie got sick on Jan. 1st and we rushed her to the emergency animal hospital, but she is doing fine now, that is our other furry daughter and we didn’t want to lose her too. So all and all the last 2 Christmases have been the worse of my life, I’m skipping Dec from now on.
I don’t know when I’ll get back to posting or dropping on a regular bases, so take care friends and I hope your holidays were good ones.
I watched a little of the celebration of Oral Roberts life the other night and was reminded of the night my Daddy took us to one of Roberts tent meetings for a healing. I was 7 years old and we stood in line for hours before it was his turn. My Mama had died only a few months before and I guess he thought Oral Roberts could heal him so he could take care of us.
When Mama was alive she would drag me to all kinds of religious groups, not sure what she was looking for, I even went with her to a snake pit where they worshiped with snakes, that was scary. Also those holy roller churches and all those people would be talking weird and jumping around like chickens without heads, not sure which was scarier them or the snakes.
I am not a religious person, but I believe in God and miracles however my Daddy didn’t receive one that night and they said it was because he didn’t have enough faith or he put more faith in the man instead of God. That was back when Roberts still laid hands on people. I have never met anyone that has ever claimed a healing from any Evangelist, but my sister-in-law totally believed because she sent 200 dollars to Jim Baker and the PTL Club that she got pregnant.
At any rate my Father died 6 months after my Mother and a few months after the tent meeting so he did get his release from pain just not in the way he had hoped.
