Losing a pet is never easy, no matter how many we have over the years. They are family members, they bring us joy, smiles and affection. When each one passes on, it feels like part of ourselves are now gone too. I miss the ones I have lost during my life, and this note will bring back a lot of the memories of each one, as they will always live on in my heart.
Dad and Rusty
Rusty (Russems, Red) was a Pomeranian and he was an anniversary present my parents got for each other the year before I was born. He was a great dog, and was at least 16 years old when my dad woke up one morning to find him lifeless in front of the tv. It was hard on us all, especially my parents as he was technically their first child. I'm glad he went in his sleep, and wasn't sick at the time, and he lived a very long life, for a runt that was going to be put down, had my parents not visited that farm that magical day and saw him. I remember crying a lot more when he died, then when my grandfather died, a couple of years eariler. It's hard for children to lose their first pet for sure. One of my fav memories of him was when he got loose one day, and I hopped on my bike to go looking for him, and there he was around the corner, the minute he saw me, he gave me this goofy smile. I put the leash back on him and took him home. He was a seeing eye dog for when we got Nin, and they got along so well.
Toby and Nin
Nin (Nintendo, Nin-can-poop, Stevie Wonder) was a blind Pomeranian we got from the Toronto Humaine Society. We were on our way to my aunt's house one day back in '89, when my dad was reading the Sun. He told my mom that we had to go back cause there was this blind dog that was featured in an article and he said that we had to have him. So we went there, and I remember there was a lot of people there that day, wanting to adopt animals. We were kinda scared that they wanted him too, but when we got to the dog room, we found him, in a small cage on top of another cage. All the other dogs were making a lot of noise, and he was just so quiet, and was moving his head back and forth, like he always would do. We were allowed to take him home, and while my mom, brother and grandmother decided to still go to my aunt's house, my dad and I stayed to welcome Nin into our home. When Rusty died, Nin was so alone, but soon after we got Toby, and him and Toby were also really close throughout their lives together. He was my daddy's dog for sure, and would barely do anything we told him to, he would only listen to daddy! When my father passed away, Nin had no choice, he had to love us. Just one day short of his 11th year with us, we had to put him to sleep because he was dying from cancer. We knew he was sick for some time, but really weren't ready to say goodbye to him. I do think that maybe we had put him to sleep sooner, so he would have not been in pain anymore. The way that the vet put him to sleep really upset Rodney, and he said he would never go to that vet again, and we didn't. After he died, we got Delta, and she was such a big doggie! I just wished that my little blind doggie would have had a more peacefull ending.. but he is up in doggie heaven and free of pain, and with eyes :)
Toby (Tobius) was an Australian Silky Terrier we also got from the Humaine Soceity. I remember the day mom picked Cory and I up from school and said "we'll be home soon to see the dogs"... Dogs??? more than one? It had been a short time eariler that we lost Rusty, and it turns out that both my parents called the THS hotline to see what dogs they had for adoption on the same day, and fell in love with his terrier. So I can't remember which one went to get him, but when we got home that day, we saw our little Toby! He was just so full of energy and I thought it would take some time for me to warm up to him, but he really was a sweet dog and I fell in love with him instantly! He was Nin's new seeing eye dog and we had a special addition on the lease where the two of them were walking side by side, even though I don't think Toby was really a big fan of that.. After my dad died and we moved to Scarborough to be closer to my grandparents, we got a place with a pool. One spring morning, I was woken up by someone yelping, and I ran outside and saw that Toby had fallen into the dethawing pool, so I grabbed him out of there, and took him to the shower and turned on some water to warm him up and then dried him off. He really did love walking on the frozen pool before, but I think after that, he may have not done it again. Sadly, like his human brother, Toby developed diabetes, and was required to get some needles each day. It wasn't long before he lost his sight, and after him falling down the stairs, mom couldn't take it anymore, and we had him put down. I don't blame her, and I'm sure its what he wanted. It's just that he was put down only 3 weeks after Nin, so the beginning of 1999 was not a good time for my family. Delta really wanted to play with him, but in the end he was just so sick that he couldn't.
Delta and George
Delta (Baby Girl) was a German Sheppard/Husky mix, who we also got from the Humaine Soceity. She was not only the first big dog we ever had, she was also the first girl pet. When my bedroom was upstairs, I had such a small bed, but her and I still managed to share it a lot, many of uncomfortable nights, but as long as she was comfortable I was happy. When I moved into the bedroom downstairs, Rodney and mom bought me a waterbed, but she didn't like it and wouldn't sleep on it, but she still slept on the floor occasionally. I remember when we were getting hardwood floors upstairs and it was all waxed up and needed to dry, we let her outside one night and she got sprayed by a skunk!! (Thinking it was George!) Rodney was at work at the time, so we let her in the house and she was running all over the place, and in the living room with the waxed floors! I think Cory ended up going to the store that night to get some tomato juice and we gave her a bath! She did want to play with Toby, but he was too sick, and was soon put down after we got her. Then we got George, when he was just a puppy, and she was so in love with him, that she became like a mom to him. She didn't get along with any other dogs, and would fight any dog that came near her, or especially George! Since she was such a big dog, when she was 8 (we got her when she was 4), she was having problems walking as bigger dogs are prone to having hip problems. Rodney started putting telynols into her food to lessen the pain, but it didn't seem to help all that much. We were living in Brampton at the time, and we were soon to be moving to Mississauga, but the apartment here was too small for her. So one day when I was out with a friend, Rodney took her to the vets and had her put to sleep. I know she is also free of pain now, which is great, she really was so sore at the end, my poor sweet girl.
George (Georgie Boy, Angel Puppy) was a American Eskimo/Pomeranian mix. We saw an ad in the local paper where people were giving away free puppies, and it was shortly after Toby passed on, and we wanted a playmate for Delta. We got to their house at the same time as another car, and we thought that they must be the owners, so we let them go in first. Turns out they were not, damn! The owners said they had two black puppies left for free, but they could only find one at the time.. And then the white puppies were for sale. So there was this tiny black puppy who looked so cute! The people who got there before us had first dibs on this dog, but thankfully they decided not to take him. If they had, we would have missed out on the greatest dog we'll ever know. So to those people who didn't want our Georgie, we are very thankfull that you didn't want him. He was so small then that Rodney could hold him in one hand! Delta fell instantly in love with him and was his new mommy, when she wouldn't get along with other dogs. One time they were playing and she accidentally knocked him into a wall, and his head split open, so we took him to the vet, he ended up being okay, but we really do think that he was a bit slow after that, and it does make sense. My mom had her first stroke in 2003, and I remember when she was in the Mississauga hospital after being in a Toronto hospital and a rehab centre, we took George to see her. She was in a wheelchair, and he was just so excited to see his mommy again, but knew not to jump all over her, and that was nice.. She loved seeing him after all that time too! I remember when I had a bad day at my office job, and later when I went back to college for ECE, I would come home to his smiling face, and it made my day so much more bareable. He and I would just go for walks around the apartment and both would lie on the grass and I would talk to him.. Those were great days. Since I took a summer class before I started college, I ended up getting a day off during the week, when my other classmates had a class, which was great in the long run. One night I didn't sleep much, and just wanted to sleep for the whole day, so I closed my door and lied down.. Soon after I heard him scratching at the door and yelping! I got out of bed and saw that my mom was on the floor in her bedroom and was shaking but couldn't talk. So I called Rodney and then 911, and the ambulance came and we went to the hospital, and he came soon after. Turns out she had a second stroke, and needed another heart operation. She ended up being okay, and it was all thanks to that special little black dog. Sadly, three days after Christmas 2005, he developed a blockage in his urinal track and couldn't pee properly anymore.. So Rodney took him to the vet, and they had his bladder emptied using a needle. The blockage didn't go away, and the vet said there was nothing more they could do. Our life saving Angel puppy had to be put to sleep, and all of us couldn't stop crying for days. We have two close up pics of him beside the fireplace, with his collar hanging from them. His favourite toy, "Mr. Squeak" is on top of the shelf, we could never get rid of him.
Sam kissing Fred
Fred (Freddie Girl, Fredina) was our first cat, and we got her from the PJ's Pet Centre at Square One. Rodney, mom and I each had a kitten in our arms to see which one we liked the best, and my mom wanted the one she was holding. We took her home and named her Fred. George was all excited to see a kitten at home, but she was so scared of him at first, but they ended up getting along before he passed on. Fred was my other baby girl and I didn't think I would ever bond with a cat, but she melted my heart. She loved sleeping with me and it's going to be hard sleeping alone when I'm here at my parent's place. When we got Sam, they played at times, but as Sam was the more affectionate and outgoing cat, Fred mostly kept to herself and was so quiet. Over the last little while, she had peed in my bed a couple of times, and we all thought that she was upset with me always coming and going there, when I was mostly living with Dallas and his mom. She might have been sick and needed help, we'll never know.. Rodney came home from work yesterday to find her dead in my closet. I am happy that she didn't seem to be in any pain lately, but she was just way too young. I will always miss her and I'm glad I have so many pics of her! Dallas and her really got along which is great, and he commeted that she was our baby kitten, awww! Someday we'll have our own pet, which will be nice.
Sam (Sammykins) is our crazy cat, who'll always think she's still a kitten! We got her from the Pet store near Erin Mills Towne Centre. She wanted to play with Fred, but Fred wasn't really one to play, well she was becoming more playfull at the end of her life. Sam is a mommy's cat and she cries all the time, especially if mom has something in her hand. When they sleep, they are curled up together and it is so sickening! (kidding!) I hope she will be okay on her own, but I think someday my parents will get another cat and Sam will have a new playmate. I hope she will have a long life and I will give her a lot of love and attention in her time of mourning.. Today I petted her a lot and gave her a couple of extra treats because she is such a good girl!
Those were the main pets I've had growing up, but we did have others as well. Like fish (I remember my fav one I called "Goldie" and she died on one of my bday's). We also had turtles (Michaelangelo and Rafael), and gerbils (Baby and Rocco, and all of their babies!). I've loved them all.. Pets are great! :)
I would love to give a shout out to some of the pets my friends and family members have also lost over the years: Dylan, Howie, Lucky, Ginger and BJ.. You were all loved very much and your families miss you dearly!
That really was a great note, and it did help me heal. Keep on loving your pets, and never forget the ones we loose. xoxoxoxx