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Don't Go Granny, Go.
I'm really starting to hate November. Last year, the day before Thanksgiving, we had to put our dog Willow down. Yesterday we had to put our little Granny down, just days shy of her 15th birthday.
We'd only had Granny for less than 18 months, but she had quickly become a member of our little hound compound. She was deaf, half blind, arthritic and somewhat toothless, but she had a heart of gold and an aloof way about her that made you want to love her even more.
Let's face it, she had us wrapped around her little fingers. That's why when she moved in we immediately modified our doggie door with small steps to make it small dog accessable. I also started sleeping downstairs on an air mattress to be close to her (she slept on the couch) in case she needed anything. She quickly took advantage of this and it led to many midnight feedings. I also became quite used to her snoring like it was some sort of white noise generator. Plus she never complained about my own snoring.
Despite all her health problems she was quite spry and really seemed to enjoy our daily walks around the cul de sac. So much so that she even took to taking a solo stroll if I carelessly left the gate opened. This always sent out the silver alert but she would almost always be found at the house at the end of the cul de sac since the street sloped that way and she was prone to take the path of least resistance.
When we got her on Labor Day 2015 her previous owners had equipped her with a new collar and leash that said "Adopted" on them with a little heart taking the place of the "o". I've come to believe that the heart should stand for an "a", since she was the most adaptable being I've ever met. "Short legs? Fine, I'm in no hurry. Can't see? that's okay. I've seen it all anyway. No teeth? Just give me some soft food. Deaf? What?"
She may be out of our lives now, but she has as much of a chance of getting out of our hearts as she does of getting out of my comic strip. She was a funny little dog and I think she still has much to say. She will be missed by all who knew her, especially Sandy/Third Dog who was always too happy to clean up any crumbs that fell out of her mouth.
We'd only had Granny for less than 18 months, but she had quickly become a member of our little hound compound. She was deaf, half blind, arthritic and somewhat toothless, but she had a heart of gold and an aloof way about her that made you want to love her even more.
Let's face it, she had us wrapped around her little fingers. That's why when she moved in we immediately modified our doggie door with small steps to make it small dog accessable. I also started sleeping downstairs on an air mattress to be close to her (she slept on the couch) in case she needed anything. She quickly took advantage of this and it led to many midnight feedings. I also became quite used to her snoring like it was some sort of white noise generator. Plus she never complained about my own snoring.
Despite all her health problems she was quite spry and really seemed to enjoy our daily walks around the cul de sac. So much so that she even took to taking a solo stroll if I carelessly left the gate opened. This always sent out the silver alert but she would almost always be found at the house at the end of the cul de sac since the street sloped that way and she was prone to take the path of least resistance.
When we got her on Labor Day 2015 her previous owners had equipped her with a new collar and leash that said "Adopted" on them with a little heart taking the place of the "o". I've come to believe that the heart should stand for an "a", since she was the most adaptable being I've ever met. "Short legs? Fine, I'm in no hurry. Can't see? that's okay. I've seen it all anyway. No teeth? Just give me some soft food. Deaf? What?"
She may be out of our lives now, but she has as much of a chance of getting out of our hearts as she does of getting out of my comic strip. She was a funny little dog and I think she still has much to say. She will be missed by all who knew her, especially Sandy/Third Dog who was always too happy to clean up any crumbs that fell out of her mouth.
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| You go girl. Rest in peace. |
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