May 31 1986 —– Sept. 2 2000
Black Toy Poodle
My dog “Pepe” whom I adopted at six weeks was the only dog I
have ever known who came so close to “talking” it was unbelievable.
He was as close to human I have ever seen in a dog.
This talking would start as soon as he awakened and would continue
throughout the day until bedtime. Whenever Pepe wanted anything he would
appear in front of me and start talking and his “sister” Theodora would get
this look on her face and you knew she knew exactly what he wanted.
It was usually a signal for a “goodie bone” or one of his toys was lodged
somewhere he could not retrieve. He was such a smart little dog and
learned tricks so easily. He and his sister would also “sing” together.
They would do this together for about two minutes whenever I would leave.
I had to put my precious little honey boy to sleep on 9/2/2000.
He had kidney failure which only evidenced it self in May and he
rapidly deteriorated in one month. He went from 12 lbs. to 7.
He had stopped breathing that a.m. and they resuscitated him and
he held on until I got there thank God!
When they brought him into the room to be with me to be put to sleep
he was crying; the vet said he was frightened.
Putting him to sleep was heart wrenching but I wanted him to suffer no
longer. His blood work had gotten to the point of no return the day before.
He had been going to an internal medicine specialist and had undergone
test after test. He had one thing after another almost the entire 14+ years
he was alive. He would have bouts of pancreatitis and had three operations
for bladder stones the last of which was the end of July.
He was such a naughty mischievous dog…always thinking of the next
thing to do. He loved ripping up the contents of wastebaskets especially
cotton balls and kleenex and he would always get his sister involved
in his antics. He was the vocal one the one always on my lap or
leaning against me. His sister was always on the sidelines waiting for
Pepe to lead. She kissed him every morning.
People referred to them as “salt and pepper shakers” because he was
black and 12 lbs. and she was silver and 5 lbs.
It has been an extremely difficult two months and I am just starting to
feel better. It is so quiet and lonely without Pepe.
I am not used to not having him with me sitting on my lap constantly.
Theodora is just starting to act happier and has finally stopped looking for him.
She is not one to sit on my lap. It could be out of habit although
because Pepe was always there.
Many times I still feel his presence with me in my apartment.
I had quite a few strange things happen here the first two weeks after his
death i.e. a photo fell over on a table where he would roll his ball and
knock things off that same table one of his toys was missing for the
entire day he died I have felt him moving on the bed when I am in it,
Theodora has stopped in her tracks when running around as if to keep from
bumping into him and I have had sightings of him out of my peripheral vision.
I have read many of these things are common.
Pepe…Theodora and I miss you so very much and when I recently went
to visit my Mom and Dad their dog Max couldn’t understand where you were.
He sniffed my suitcase looking for your scent.
The drive to visit wasn’t the same without you sitting on my lap
talking most of the way and crying and licking the window.
When we arrived home Theodora ran in like a rocket and
searched every room looking for you.
Dear Pepe I know you have joined Theodore “Teddy” who left me one
month before I found you and I know you both will be there
to greet Theodora “Dorie” when her time comes.
Take good care of her until it is my time to be with all of you.
Thank you Pepe for always being by my side.
You are constantly on my mind and will forever be
buried in my heart.
Love,
Mommy
| Pepe |