A studied a little French. However, Greek is now available, and I’m excited to try it out.
I talked a little about my sister’s dog. Everyone is feeling pretty down at the moment. On the bright side, Authors Answer has three new contributors! Check out last week’s entry.
The Next Week’s Goals
I have a big video coming tomorrow. It’s all about my sister’s dog. Also, I need to get the Authors Answer index done up. I may do another Star Trek Project review, as well. Hope it’s a better week than last week, because last week sucked.
Sixteen and a half years old, Romeo left us today. I’m feeling quite down while my daughter says, “Are you sad? Do you miss Romeo? It’ll be okay. I love you.” Then she gives me a big hug. My four year old is stronger? But I’m not sure if she understands how final this is.
I’ll be making a couple videos this weekend. One about Romeo and one about Tommy’s first day of school. Look for them when they’re done.
My sister’s dog is 16 years old. I watch him sleeping most of the time, and when he is awake, he needs to eat, pee, or poop. He doesn’t really play much anymore, though he does at times. Sometimes he acts like a puppy. But most of the time, he groans and cries as he tries to lie down and sleep. He wears a cone right now because he keeps licking a growth (it’s actually an oil gland) and making it bleed. He’s partly blind and mostly deaf. He has trouble going down the stairs, but seems to have no trouble going up quickly. He can still run and be active, so he’s physically reasonably healthy for his age.
But we wonder how long he’ll last. It’s hard to think about it. But it makes me think about three and a half years ago when our dog, Biscuit, died. You can read about it here.
What are your experiences with losing a pet? Let me know in the comments below.
His name is Romeo. He’s my sister’s dog, and he’s sixteen years old. He’s getting on in age, quite deaf, and has bad eyesight. But he’s still quite healthy. Today, he created a very, very dirty situation. Just a warning that this story may become graphic.
Romeo was outside doing his thing not so long ago. When he came in, we noticed he had a huge piece of poop stuck to the underside of his tail. We immediately put him back outside, and I went to get some paper towels. I followed him outside, but he ran away from me. I think he knew what I was about to do. I wiped off as much poop as I could, but there was still a lot stuck to his backside.
I brought him in and took him upstairs to the bathtub. I sprayed his ass with the shower and chunks of poop came off. But he was fighting. He was very hard to control, and I couldn’t get him to stand still. I was wearing gloves, so I tried grabbing pieces of poop off his butt, but it wasn’t easy. He tucked his tail between his legs, so I couldn’t get easy access to the poop. I needed three hands! So, I enlisted the service of my wife.
My wife came in and held his collar while I pulled up his tail and scrubbed his butt and sprayed off the poop. However, he splashed poopy water into my eyes, and I had to go wash them out. Both my wife and I were wet. I finally got the poop out of his butt, dried him off, and got him out of the bathroom.
My wife and I had wet shirts, the gloves ended up getting wet inside, and I had poopy water in my eyes. Lovely.
Plans change. We were originally supposed to go to Kamakura, see some temples and shrines, and have lunch at Kua’Aina, a Hawaiian hamburger restaurant. It’s for my birthday. However, the weather isn’t very good, so we were going to postpone it until next week.
Plans change. We got a call from my wife’s father a couple nights ago, and now we’re going up to my wife’s hometown where we’ll see her family’s dog. She’s old, and it seems she’s close to being on her last legs. But we’ll be treated to lunch at Big Boy.
It’s more than an hour away by train, so I’ll have plenty of opportunity to read. I won’t be bringing any books, but I’ll read on my phone. I may get a lot of Blood Skies finished today.
Keep checking back here today, because I may be posting a few updates about the day. With pictures!
This week, we lost a member of our family. His name was Biscuit and he was a beagle.
Biscuit was born somewhere in Japan, probably in Saitama, possibly around 1995. We don’t really know, because my wife found him as an abandoned stray in 2005. He was thin, scared, very cautious of people, and looked like he had a difficult time. The vet told my wife, who I hadn’t met yet, that he was probably about 10 years old. He was already an old guy.
My wife searched for his owner without success, so she took him in. He slowly warmed to her and finally wagged his tail for the first time. He was getting used to her, and became a very happy dog. He was noisy, though. Beagles are notorious for their baying, and Biscuit did it as well. This was 8 years ago.
Fast forward to 2010. I met my wife just over 3 years ago, and soon after, I met Biscuit. I found him to be a very friendly and quiet dog. Quiet? For some reason, he became a very quiet beagle. In fact, I could probably say he barked 10 times in the entire time I’ve lived with him. At the end of 2010, we moved in together and became a family of three.
I quickly learned that Biscuit had bladder control problems. He peed on the floor if he couldn’t go outside. We had to clean up after him a lot. In the beginning, we shared the duty of taking him for a walk. But soon, it was usually my job to take him out. My wife was pregnant, and it was up to me to take care of him a lot of the time.
I found that Biscuit was always a single-minded dog. He focused on one thing and wouldn’t let anything get in the way. His biggest passion was food. He attacked his food and ate his entire meal within a minute. He’d not only eat his food, but also any food we dropped on the floor. He attempted to eat anything we dropped on the floor, as well as any insects he found outside. He loved to eat cicadas, which were quite crunchy.
I should mention that as he was already 16 years old two years ago, his age was creeping up on him. He was blind in one eye and had poor eyesight in his other eye when it was dark. We needed to keep a light on for him at night so he could see where he was walking. He was also hard of hearing. Unfortunately, he didn’t always see my wife next to him, so occasionally bit her when he was surprised. Once, I had to run around in the middle of the night looking for gauze and disinfectant for a nasty bite he gave to her foot while sleeping. She had to be careful around him. For some reason, he wouldn’t bite me.
As I said, he had a ravenous appetite, even in his old age. He’d somehow opened our kitchen pantry door and got into the food several times. Once was his dog food. He ate enough dog food to last him a week. He was enormous. He didn’t seem to know his limits with food at all. But he didn’t just stick with his food. He also ate half a box of raisin bran cereal (raisins can be toxic to dogs) and got into a bag of very expensive rice. We were very upset with him. Looking back on these incidents now, I can only laugh. It seems quite funny now.
He also had a favourite snack, which we called “hone hone (ho-nay ho-nay)” which means “bone bone.” It was a rawhide stick wrapped in dried meat. He loved it so much, but eventually had to stop giving it to him because it was getting more difficult for him to eat it.
Biscuit’s health started declining a few months ago. His bladder control was getting worse, and he was even losing control of his bowels. I cleaned the floor countless times because of this, and became quite frustrated. That is one of my biggest regrets. I knew he was having control problems, but I still felt angry at times. I noticed that he began losing weight, as well. He was always a bit of a chubby dog, but over the past few months, he lost both fat and muscle weight. It was like his muscles were wasting away. We fed him just as much as usual, which is the recommended amount for his breed and age, but he kept losing weight. His strength slowly went, as well. In the past two months, he stumbled quite a bit and was finding it difficult to jump up the step in front of our apartment building. His energy seemed to be boundless, though. He continued his obsessive circling in the dining room, as he always did. We started feeding him more food than before, hoping he’d start gaining weight again. It didn’t work. No matter how much we fed him, he kept losing it.
One week ago today, it was the beginning of the end. He couldn’t walk. He laid in his urine and had to be cleaned up. I couldn’t take him out, because his hind legs were so unsteady. His leg muscles were so thin and weak. We went shopping for him and bought a new bed, which we wrapped in plastic for easy cleaning, as well as dog diapers and extra large pet sheets. We also got wet wipes and dry shampoo to use to clean him every day. He seemed to show a lot of frustration being unable to go to the kitchen to eat and drink, so we brought it to him. He still wanted to get up and walk around, but couldn’t.
On Friday, he surprised us by standing up and walking around. We were relieved that he was doing better, but decided to continue to use the diapers, since he’d started peeing in his sleep. I took him out for a walk, and we went to the park that I always used to take him. He seemed just like before, happy to be outside. He had a little trouble crouching to take a poop, though. We went back inside, and he continued to be his old self until later in the day. We went out shopping at Costco, and when we returned, he couldn’t stand again. That day was the last day he walked.
On Saturday and Sunday, he continued in the same way, laying on the floor, unable to get up and walk. He dragged himself around with his front legs to get to his food and water, which we placed near him. He slept most of the day, but he was alert when he was awake.
On Monday, he started crying. He cried so much during the evening that our daughter couldn’t take her nap. When I came home, I could hear his crying. It wasn’t that he couldn’t eat or drink. He was most likely in pain. That night, he barked. Not just barking, but also baying. That was very unusual for him, and I tried to keep him quiet, as it was late at night. I tried to comfort him, but he often started barking again when he was left alone. He was awake much of the day, and he seemed to want to move around. Unfortunately, this was the last day that he could lift his head.
On Tuesday morning, before I went to work, I changed his diaper with the help of my wife. He was very weak, and we could only hear him groaning as we held him up to change his diaper. I figured that he only had a few days left at this point. I went to work and spent my day as usual. When I got home, I went over to Biscuit to say hi. I bent down to pet him, but found him to be very still. I thought he was sleeping. When I touched him, I knew immediately that he was gone. He was hard and stiff. I said to my wife, “Come here.” She asked why, and I answered, “I think he’s dead.” My wife asked if I was sure. She had checked on him only two hours before, and he was breathing. In fact, he tried to bite her that day. We spent some time looking at him, hoping he was just in a deep sleep. He never moved, never breathed. I felt disbelief. Although I knew he didn’t have long to live, I still couldn’t believe it.
That night, I felt depressed. I couldn’t think of anything but Biscuit. I kept thinking about how I wanted to take him out walking again. That was our time. We walked outside together often, and I wanted to do it again.
Yesterday, I went to work. It was a good distraction, and I could keep my mind off of everything that happened the night before. But the day dragged on very slowly. I wanted to go home. When I got home, there was Biscuit, laying on the floor just as I’d left him that morning. He looked so peaceful. It hit me hard last night that he wasn’t coming back.
This morning, we said goodbye to Biscuit for the last time. His body was taken to be cremated. The man who came to pick him up knelt down on the floor in front of him and prayed while holding Buddhist prayer beads. This was hard for me to watch. When he picked Biscuit up and held him before us, my wife, daughter and I pet him one last time. Then he walked out of our apartment and to his van. This was a very difficult moment. I couldn’t hold back my tears. He came back to us and gave us our bill, and we paid. We watched him drive off. We found out that Biscuit weighed 8kg. He’d lost 5kg in the last few months.
My wife told me not to cry. I couldn’t help it. I’m not ashamed to admit that I did. It’s been only two days and I still find it hard not to cry. Even though I only lived with him for two years, I loved him very much. My wife showed me a poem a couple of years ago when I told her about my old dog, Mickey. She wanted me to know that he was happy and waiting to meet me again. She showed me the poem again last night after I got home from work. I’ll share it with you here.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….
My wife says that we will see him again, and if we cry, he’ll be worried, and won’t cross over to Rainbow Bridge.
This has been the most difficult thing I’ve ever written. This will be the last time I shed tears for Biscuit. I will remember the happy times with him. He was my friend. He was family. I will miss him very much. I’ll remember the clicking of his nails on the floor as he walked around. I’ll remember his happy eyes as he looked at me. I’ll remember the way he loved to be scratched on his hips.
Biscuit, thank you for being in my life. I love you, and hope you’ll be waiting to see us again. Please find Mickey and be friends with him. Goodbye. See you in the future.
I’d intended to have the first Journey to Ariadne story up this weekend, but due to unforeseen circumstances, I’ve been unable to work on it. The main reasons being my daughter getting sick with some stomach virus and our dog’s physical condition declining so quickly that he’s barely able to walk anymore. I hope to get back on track tomorrow night. It’s difficult to stay up to write when my daughter has trouble sleeping at night. When she can’t sleep, neither can I.
How do you deal with these situations when you’re trying to write?
Everyone has those moments when you suddenly say or think “Wow!” Sometimes it’s obviously amazing, while other times, it can appear quite mundane. With this post, I’m starting a little “Wow!” moment series to talk about some of my moments.
The first is quite ordinary, and maybe some people may think it’s boring. But this happened while I was watching the Westminster Dog Show, which is the biggest dog show in North America. I like dogs, and I always enjoyed watching dog shows. When I was a kid, I was fascinated by the differences between the various breeds, and dog shows were one way to see them all. I had books about the breeds, as well. I read them several times, I’m pretty sure.
I was watching the dog show on TV with my mom, as we often did every year, and the Sporting Group was having its turn. They were to choose the winner of this group, so it could move on to the final group to determine Best in Show. As the dogs were parading around, we saw this one dog that made us say “Wow” at the same time. That doesn’t happen often. What we saw was a Weimaraner, a gun dog that was developed in Germany and is known for its distinctive mouse-grey colour. This particular Weimaraner was beautiful. It was elegant. It was athletic. It ran with so much poise that we were in awe. That’s never happened to me before. I was impressed by a dog that was simply running. Unfortunately, it didn’t win the group, but it was one of the top choices in the Sporting Group.
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