One Week Later

As most of you know, last week after so many signs of progress, I had to let my Baby girl go. I have received so many kind words from family and friends. It really goes to show that dogs are not just pets. They are true companions and members of the family. I know that Baby was my rock through so many hard times. It still hasn’t quite settled in. But I wanted to thank everyone who sent my family and me kind words and comments.

Baby looking out the window two years ago

Baby looking out the window two years ago

Statuette on the front porch

Statuette on the front porch

Baby loved to watch us leave from the front window. Every house we lived in with her she always found a way to sneak a peek out the window. Because of her blindness, she was not able to do that. That hurt her a lot. If she was not aware of what her people were up to, she went crazy. But anyway, my mom thought a nice statuette of a dog with Baby’s similar appearance for the front porch was a perfect way to remember our lil punkin boo. The statuette sits right under the window. I find myself now waving goodbye to it as I leave the house, or saying hello to it when I come home. It’s almost as if she’s waiting for me.

It’s not just me, my mom and my stepdad that have had trouble dealing with Baby’s death. It’s my extended family members who grew teary eyed last week. My aunt, who is not an animal lover, actually cried because she thought Baby was just the sweetest dog. But there is someone else who will probably miss Baby more than all the rest of us. That is Coal.

My Coalie Buddy

My Coalie Buddy

Coal knew last week that something wasn’t quite right. He knew that Baby didn’t feel good. He checked on her periodically the day she got so sick but preferred to stay out of the way outside. Now that she’s gone, he is confused. He doesn’t quite know what to do. She was his routine, his buddy. He actually didn’t eat for a few days. He had stopped jumping up on my parents’ bed. He doesn’t seem like he wants to go down the back stairs anymore. He just looks at us with that one eye, asking us to make a change, but we can’t.

Yesterday, Coal was in good spirits. He actually went down the back steps. He’s started eating again, sporadically though. And I can tell by his expression that he wants to get up on the bed, he just doesn’t think he can. I’m not sure if his arthritis is bad or if he is grieving. Maybe it’s a little of both. But I know that he misses his buddy. And so do I.

One-eyed winks,

Callie

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Week 4: Returning to my Room! For Good!

Baby chillaxing in my room

Baby chillaxing in my room

Going into the yard!

Going into the yard!

This is my precious angel Babycakes in my room.

This morning right before my alarm went off, my mom came into my room with a surprise! Baby had been waiting outside my room, wanting to come in. The minute she got there, she jumped up on the bed, laid down right up next to me and started snoozing!

It was the perfect start of the day! She even stayed in my room while I got ready for work. She didn’t even want to get up when I left.

Tonight when I said, “Baby, it’s time for bed,” she headed for the stairs and straight up to my bedroom (and when that happened, Coal made a beeline for my mom’s room, knowing he got to sleep with her instead of his bed). She plopped herself down on the floor and fell asleep. Baby has not slept in my room regularly since probably January with a one night trial in March. I literally almost cried. She’s improving so much!

Before Baby started to deteriorate, you’d tell her to go to bed and she would stand at the bottom of the stairs waiting for confirmation. Now she’s back to the point where she can sleep in my room again.

I am more hopeful now than I ever have been!

Doggy kisses on the nose,

Callie

This is Coal

Coal is on the wrong side of the blanket!

Coal is on the wrong side of the blanket!


Above is a picture of my other dog, Coal. He’s a black lab/greyhound mix. He weighs over 95 pounds. I think. But of course he thinks that he’s a tiny little lap dog. Coalie is my big black teddy bear. He has a very expressive face and is even known to argue with me a time or two. Literally. People laugh when I say that, but it’s true! Ask my mom!

Anyway, before Baby’s diagnosis, Coal was the one with all the health problems. When my stepdad got him from the pound, he was worm-infested. Less than a year later, he had to have knee surgery. And then he had to start taking glucosamine for his back (it’s a very curved back and his legs are long!). The next year he had a minor tumor on his back that had to be removed. When I was a freshman in high school, Coal went outside in the morning, came back in and had puss in his left eye. It was determined that he had a chemical burn from some plant fluid or something. And last year he had to have the eye removed. In addition to that he has arthritis just like Baby.

Now it may seem like he has had a pretty depressing life, being a one-eyed dog with several health issues. But I swear, Coal is the happiest, friendliest dog anyone will ever meet. He loves to play tug-o-war and fetch. And he can catch spot on – even with one eye! He loves to pose on the floor, enticing you to pet him and rub his belly. Whenever you are in his sights and/or you say his name, his tail immediately begins to wag! And watch out! That tail is lethal!

His favorite hang out: Mom's bed

His favorite hang out: Mom’s bed

Coal has been a good big brother to Baby. When she got sick, he was very confused and upset. And you could tell. His one eye said it all. It was like he was saying, “Mom! Something is not right!” Every morning they used to kiss noses and she stopped doing that and he was very very concerned.

However, now that Baby is improving and getting somewhat special attention, Coal is jealous. And Coal has always been a jealous dog. He likes the attention. He’s very alpha male that way. But anyway, he has been a big stinker butt as of late. He’s being obstinate when I ask him to go outside. He just sits there and stares at me like, “No, I will not!” And he settles down in Baby’s bed and growls at us in frustration when we ask him to move.

But he’s still a good boy. He’s precious isn’t he?

And I really don’t care if you think I’m crazy, COAL AND I DO TALK TO EACH OTHER! He has human expressions. I swear it!

One-eyed dog winks,

Callie

Trying to tell me how it is!

Trying to tell me how it is!