I believe the end may be near, Not for me but this damn dog. Seventeen
years
ago Licorice came home with my wife, She was only supposed to stay for the
weekend and I was to give her to my boss when I went to work on Monday. I
like dogs, Just not this dog. She is a little black poodle that had been
abused by a man, so she wasn't fond of me either. By Sunday evening I knew
that we were stuck with this dog for good, Patti begged, "Pleeeeeeeeze
can't
I keep her?" Okay, Keep the damn dog, Your responsibility, your dog. Here
I
am, seventeen years later and still have the dog. We lost Patti on October
1, 1996. At the time of her death she had three pets, Dexter the Cat,
Poochie, The Beagle and Licorice. Poochie was the first to go, in 1999,
Poor dog had cancer and when it became painful we did the right, but
painful
thing and had her put down. Dexter survived until 2003 and died from
kidney
failure. These were Patti's animals, and one by one we lost them. Each
time
it was severing another string that tied us to Patti. Through the years
Licorice and I have sort of come to an unspoken agreement, I'll leave her
alone and she won't try to bite me. I remember how Licorice would sit at
the
bottom of the steps looking for Patti to say "Come on girls bedtime" and
the
two dogs would scamper up the steps and jump in bed with her. Three years
before she finally quit looking, It was a sad thing to watch, How do you
tell a dog that her best friend is gone forever? Hell, I still don't
understand it.
So, Now Licorice's health is failing, She is deaf as a stone, Her eye
sight
is failing, and she has a hard time holding her bladder. Probably some
time
in the not so distant future I expect to find her dead one
morning.........
Big old emotional me, I'll probably cry.
--
Jack Cassidy
Patti's dad
3/17/79~~10/1/96
Your light still ****nes in my heart.
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