What I Miss About My Great Dane

What I miss about my Great Dane:

  • His deep bark whenever anyone came to the door or on the property
  • His “whisper” he did in puppy training
  • His fierce protection of our family
  • His super soft ears
  • His huge front paws
  • How he was obsessed with food
  • His kind, gentle nature
  • His obsession with routine
  • His intense dislike of any change
  • Him in the garage every day as I worked out
  • His whining at my TrueForm runner
  • Being scared of his own shadow
  • How he laid on the front porch every morning to soak up the sun’s rays, blocking the front door
  • How he was insanely jealous of his sister, Jewel
  • How he pulled during walks and I couldn’t ever get him to stop
  • How he was afraid of the dog ramp
  • How the first day we moved, he got out, when down a dirt road, and stopped and barked till we came and got him
  • His look when he did something wrong, but he loped anyway
  • His droopy eyes
  • How he kept getting sunstroke when he couldn’t walk and got stuck in the sun
  • How I picked him up every day when he couldn’t walk, not wanting to ever let him go…
  • His cute winter sweater
  • The day I knew he was ready to go home

You can watch his memorial video here:

I Had to Put My Dog Down Today

Today, I made one of the hardest decisions in my life — I had to put my dog down.

Beginning in June, my Great Dane started having problems walking. It slowly got worse. It got to the point where we had to pick him up, and it took two of us to do so. Then, sometimes, he’s fall over.

We took him to the vet one month ago. They gave him nerve pills; it did not work.

A few days ago, he could not stand up by himself; his front paws quit working.

I called the vet; they got him in; we put him down.

It’s a sad, sad day when you have to take a life.

I know it was the right decision, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

He’s happy now. With my other dogs and cat in heaven. He can run again. And play again. And just be a dog.

Rest in peace, my precious pup.

You can watch his memorial video here:

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Trying to Find a New Normal

I’m attempting to go about my routine with only a few tears here and there.

The reality is that there is a space that is left empty that my other pets cannot fill. Because they are not my kitty.

It’s progress that I’m not pushing. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

Focusing on the good and not the bad.

Focusing on life and not death.

Focusing on the here and now.

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A Cloud of Sadness

A cloud of sadness hangs in the air here at my house without my kitty.

It’s empty. Very, very empty.

It’s very hard to care right now about anything or anyone.

It’s numbing. I have no more tears to shed.

I force myself to eat. To keep moving. Routine helps. Hoping work will help.

Hoping something will help.

my cat helping me read. I miss her. www.jendionne.com

I Feel Empty Inside

It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced death. You forget the heartache involved until it happens again.

For my kids, this is their first real taste of it. They were so young when my other dogs passed.

While I am still surrounded by three cats and two dogs, there is something missing. It’s as if the family is not complete with my other cat gone.

I am finding it really hard to do anything right now…

I know time will heal, as it did the past.

Yet, I find that uncomforting at the moment.

Time heals because you move on and forget. I don’t want to forget…

Life sucks right now. I find no comfort in the Bible, God, or even my other animals.

So I find myself sitting, waiting, hoping, and praying

For time to heal.

And this sucks.