Everytime I go back to this, I cry. I know all of our dogs will leave us one day it's just none of us were ready for this and neither was he. Old age is one thing and you know that soon the end will be near but this was the same as if he had been hit by a passing car.
We're a lot better now about it but at times we can hear the faint sounds of his nails on the floor, click clack click clack click clack. When the light is low in the backyard and if you look out the back door just right at a brief glance; you can see him chacing a bird.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Thinking of you
I find myself seeing you at the back door wanting in or running in the back yard after a bird. Sometimes when I yell at the others to stop barking I include your name out of habit. We still miss you and always will. It is easier now and you sit on my desk as a reminder from the times you sat there as a puppy.
You weren't just a dog.
You weren't just a dog.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
A thank you and a thought
To Tammi and Pam along with all the others.
It has been a while since I was last on here, I thank you for reading and commenting. At the time Cajun died all we thought about was our loss. Not until just 2 weeks ago I think in the effort to save his life, he may have saved our lives.
I was planning to go to Katy, Tx to participate in what is called the Senior Olympics and it would have been for the National level. I had trained for 18 months for two road bicycle race events.
I was not able to attend because of financial strain at the end of that month. New AC for the house and a sick dog all at the same time. I covered the cost of the AC with a credit card. But...
It seems the amount of money I would have needed to go on the trip was the exact amount I used to try to save Cajun's life. I know this sounds goofy to think but we will never know if on that drive to and from Kay, TX; would or could have something devastating happened to Leslie or myself?
Makes you wonder how things work sometimes. As much as it hurt at the time and even now I we think of him and we remember the fun we had with him....you come to know that a dog is not just a dog and Cajun was more than a pet.
It has been a while since I was last on here, I thank you for reading and commenting. At the time Cajun died all we thought about was our loss. Not until just 2 weeks ago I think in the effort to save his life, he may have saved our lives.
I was planning to go to Katy, Tx to participate in what is called the Senior Olympics and it would have been for the National level. I had trained for 18 months for two road bicycle race events.
I was not able to attend because of financial strain at the end of that month. New AC for the house and a sick dog all at the same time. I covered the cost of the AC with a credit card. But...
It seems the amount of money I would have needed to go on the trip was the exact amount I used to try to save Cajun's life. I know this sounds goofy to think but we will never know if on that drive to and from Kay, TX; would or could have something devastating happened to Leslie or myself?
Makes you wonder how things work sometimes. As much as it hurt at the time and even now I we think of him and we remember the fun we had with him....you come to know that a dog is not just a dog and Cajun was more than a pet.
Monday, May 30, 2011
No such thing as "Just a Dog"
Our dog Cajun died. He had canine diabetes. We didn't know. Looking back after he is gone, we now know the signs were there. But what are signs if you don't know they are signs?
We thought it was the heat. Our AC had been out for a few days before we could get it replaced. He got to enjoy the cool for one day. He is gone, he died in our living room on Saturday at 2:08pm. He died and we watched the life leave his body. He struggled to breathe and he was gone.
It was not cruel or inhumane; for his illness had taken it's hold of him long before we could heal him. It was too late, all we could do was make him comfortable and love on him until he was at rest.
The house is minus one of it's members now. We will no longer hear his clicky clack pattern of prancing as he moved through the house. He is gone. No longer will we laugh at the one ear that pointed to the side. Or call him Snag because he had this one tooth like a wild boar.
Cajun had diabetes and we didn't know.
Our family had him for eight years from the day he was a puppy of nine weeks. He was a rescue dog. Rescued because someone thought of him and his brothers as no more than trash, after leaving them at a nearby lake. How does someone do that? How do you look at the eyes of a little puppy and leave them for death?
Cajun is gone and we loved him. I am sure he loved us too. Sure, I yelled at him for barkng for any small noise. Before he died I told him I was sorry. I looked him in his eyes while they still had life and told him I was very sorry. He was a dog. Dogs bark.
Now he's gone and it hurts like crazy. Man it hurts.
He was just here. Chasing birds and squirrels in the backyard. Now he's gone.
After he died we couldn't bear to bury him in the back yard. The city animal control office was open. We took him there. We were asked if we wanted a private cremation Leslie and I both said no, it was too painfull. Too painful.
Cajun is gone. Our home is empty of one of it's members. It is out of balance. It feels different. I do no like this feeling.
Some might say "oh it was just a dog". There is no such thing as "just a dog".
Cajun had diabetes and now he is gone.
Diabetes is a silent killer. It comes on quietly without real notice. When it strikes it may be too late. For our Cajun it was too late. The doctor tried and with more care I do not think it would have mattered. It was just too late.
Cajun's death will not go without notice. Our goal is too create a foundation. One that will make an awareness of canine diabetes. One that will educate and pet holders will not need to experience the pain we were dealt this May 28th.
Cajun is gone, he was not just a dog, not just a pet, he was part of our family and he now is gone. Gone.
We thought it was the heat. Our AC had been out for a few days before we could get it replaced. He got to enjoy the cool for one day. He is gone, he died in our living room on Saturday at 2:08pm. He died and we watched the life leave his body. He struggled to breathe and he was gone.
It was not cruel or inhumane; for his illness had taken it's hold of him long before we could heal him. It was too late, all we could do was make him comfortable and love on him until he was at rest.
The house is minus one of it's members now. We will no longer hear his clicky clack pattern of prancing as he moved through the house. He is gone. No longer will we laugh at the one ear that pointed to the side. Or call him Snag because he had this one tooth like a wild boar.
Cajun had diabetes and we didn't know.
Our family had him for eight years from the day he was a puppy of nine weeks. He was a rescue dog. Rescued because someone thought of him and his brothers as no more than trash, after leaving them at a nearby lake. How does someone do that? How do you look at the eyes of a little puppy and leave them for death?
Cajun is gone and we loved him. I am sure he loved us too. Sure, I yelled at him for barkng for any small noise. Before he died I told him I was sorry. I looked him in his eyes while they still had life and told him I was very sorry. He was a dog. Dogs bark.
Now he's gone and it hurts like crazy. Man it hurts.
He was just here. Chasing birds and squirrels in the backyard. Now he's gone.
After he died we couldn't bear to bury him in the back yard. The city animal control office was open. We took him there. We were asked if we wanted a private cremation Leslie and I both said no, it was too painfull. Too painful.
Cajun is gone. Our home is empty of one of it's members. It is out of balance. It feels different. I do no like this feeling.
Some might say "oh it was just a dog". There is no such thing as "just a dog".
Cajun had diabetes and now he is gone.
Diabetes is a silent killer. It comes on quietly without real notice. When it strikes it may be too late. For our Cajun it was too late. The doctor tried and with more care I do not think it would have mattered. It was just too late.
Cajun's death will not go without notice. Our goal is too create a foundation. One that will make an awareness of canine diabetes. One that will educate and pet holders will not need to experience the pain we were dealt this May 28th.
Cajun is gone, he was not just a dog, not just a pet, he was part of our family and he now is gone. Gone.
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