Aug. 1992 —– Oct. 2000
Liver Spotted Dalmatian
I remember the first time my boyfriend brought his new
Dalmatian puppy home. She was a runt of the litter and her
ear was still green from the dye of her tattoo.
Immediately we both fell in love with her and she became a special
part of our life. Jessie grew into a dog with a personality all of her own.
She greeted you at the door with her famous “smile” she could accompany
my boyfriend in their version of OLD MCDONALD HAD A FARM
and other songs where she howled along like an old hound dog.
She quickly learned how to beg like a pro by sitting pretty beside you
and giving a gentle WOOF every now and then just to let you know
that she was still there. We quickly taught her how to shake both paws speak
on command crawl as well as the basic obedience tricks.
(She came in second at her Obedience School testing).
She was the only dog I knew that could politely take a spoonful of
pudding from a spoon. Her hobbies were lounging on the couch or bed on
her furry blanket going for walks and drives in the car.
The list of the things we loved about her can go on and on.
And we were blessed by her presence until she passed away on that
fateful day in October. It was a specially hard time for the both of us.
At that time my boyfriend had just gotten a job an hour away from home
and had to leave her in the care on his mother.
At the same time I had moved a distance of 3 hours away from home.
And at this time Jessie got sick. She stopped eating (very unusual for her)
and was loosing weight. We had hoped that maybe the bag of dog food
was bad or she was lonesome for our company and we made frequent visits
home on the weekend to be with her.
But she still lost weight and spent her nights in a restless sleep moaning
and groaning uncomfortably. My boyfriends mother finally decided to
take her to the vet. There she was put on IV.
I called nightly to check on her progress. Finally on hour after I had called,
she had died in the clinic.
This is very hard for me and especially for my boyfriend.
We both feel that we have abandoned her and we never got to say ‘good-bye’.
We both came home that night to bury her.
It was the hardest thing we ever did. The pain is still there and the
emptiness is hard to bare. We are both are having a really hard time coping.
But I know in time we will accept the fact that our ‘daughter’ is gone to
better place. But for now we have to learn to face the facts.
If there is anybody out there that would like to offer some ideas on support,
please e-mail me at YELLOWMUSTANG@HOTMAIL.COM.
I would appreciate some words of wisdom.
Thank-you for listening to my brief story about our
little ANGEL.
Tammy
| Jessica Rae |