On Jun 5, 3:27=A0am, "Jack Cassidy" <Jacap...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> I believe the end may be near, Not for me but this damn dog. Seventeen
yea=
rs
> 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. =A0Poochie was the first to go, =A0in
19=
99,
> Poor dog had cancer and when it became painful we did the right, but
painf=
ul
> thing and had her put down. =A0Dexter survived until 2003 and died from
ki=
dney
> failure. =A0These 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
t=
he
> bottom of the steps looking for Patti to say "Come on girls bedtime" and
t=
he
> 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
sigh=
t
> is failing, and she has a hard time =A0holding 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.
Hi there Jack,
After James died I adopted a big yellow lab and I called him Lucca.
Lucca has fractured my knee ( I was in a cast for one month last
summer) he broke my finger (all accidents) but I love my yellow dog.
I also adopted a Jack russell, and called her Xena , . She has bitten
one friend and a relative, is overly protective, and am fortunate I
have not been sued by anyone yet, but I love that little terrier who
sleeps beside me each evening, and during the day a little heartbeat
at my feet.
I can understand the many mixed feeling you have for licorice.
It is all so sad, isn\t it.
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