Friday, March 25, 2016

One of these Days...

Hi friends.  I'm still here, even though Fizzy is gone.  I still read your diaries, even if I don't comment on them.  One of these days I'll get around to making a new blog for Fern.  But I just can't do it right now.  I've come here so many times to start one, and I just can't.  My heart is still so heavy.  I don't cry every day.  Not every single day, but more days than not.  The magnitude and enormity of my loss just hits me SO HARD sometimes, and it's hard to breathe.  I miss him so much...

Fern's doing great.  She's a little hellion, but I love her.  She has so much personality and spunk.  So here's a few pictures until I can pull myself together to start her own blog.

Me and Fern the day we got her!
First hair trim! 

She's starting to get bigger!
She has some, um, interesting extracurricular activities...
Fern at 5 1/2 months old

Friday, January 1, 2016

A Tribute

My dearest Fizzy,

I miss you so much.  There aren't enough words in the English language to express how deeply sad I am.  Some days the grief is so overwhelming I can't breathe.  Fern helps, but it's YOU I'm missing.  It's YOU I want here with me.

I'll never forget the day we drove out to the farm to pick a puppy.  Daddy's parents were paying for us to get one.  When we got there, there were about 5 puppies running around the barn.  The lady picked you up and handed you to me, and you licked my nose, then pooped on my shirt.  I immediately said "I want this one!"  Daddy said "But he just pooped on your shirt!" And I said "I don't care, he's the one!"

We didn't bring you home that day.  You were too young, and we were going on vacation and didn't want to board you right away, so the lady said you could stay on the farm until we were ready.  We drove back from Hilton Head for 14 hours.  Once we walked into the house, we looked at each other, and as tired as we were, we both said "Let's go get our puppy!"  We were SO excited to have you come home with us!  You slept on my chest the whole way back.  You were so tiny and little and sweet.

I don't remember much of the bad stuff you did when you were a puppy.  I remember you destroyed a lot of shoes and books, but the rest is all good.  How you'd flop on your back when someone came into the house to get belly rubs.  How you were so proud of yourself when you finally managed to walk up the stairs by yourself.  How you would snuggle in with me on the couch when I had to take a nap because you had me up all night.  God you were a cute puppy.

As you got older and calmed down, you turned into the sweetest, most loving dog.  You never did play with toys much.  You were more interested in love and kisses and snuggles.  You could kiss our faces for hours if we let you.  Sometimes my face would start to get raw, you'd kiss so much!  You hated hugs. GOD how you hated hugs, but you were perfectly content to sit on someone's lap and get ear rubs while you kissed the other hand. 

You were the first dog ever allowed in my parent's house.  My mom never liked dogs much, and my dad didn't want them in the house.  I finally convinced them to let you come over, and something magical happened.  Grammy ended up falling in love with you.  Pap Pap pretended he didn't like you, but you know that's not true.  You'd jump up into his lap and use your head to fling his hand on your ears, because you knew he gave the best ear scritches.   And just like that, you became the family dog.  We brought you over every time we went to Grammy and Pap Pap's house.

The bladder stones were the first of your health issues.  God that surgery was awful.  You were so miserable, and I was miserable with you.  I slept on the floor with you because you were in so much pain.  It wasn't the last time I did it, either.  I hope you know how much we took care of you.  I fought for you, even when other people told me I was wasting my money.  I never felt like I wasted my money on you.  You were my best friend.  I would have done anything to keep you with me for as long as possible.

I made you a promise when you got diagnosed with congestive heart failure.  I promised I would do as much as I could for you for as long as you could hold on.  And when it was time, I'd be there with you.  I confess, Fizz, when you were in the hospital that day, I agonized for about 2 hours what to do.  I wanted to be selfish.  I wanted you HERE at HOME.  But I remembered my promise.  And I stayed with you.  I'm sorry Daddy couldn't stay, Fizz.  He just couldn't handle it.  Forgive him, ok?  He's much more sensitive than people think.

There will never be another dog like you.  You were my first dog.  Well, we had dogs when I was little but they were hunting dogs and we weren't allowed to play with them.  You were my first pet dog.  And you were worth every bit of pain I'm in right now.  It's been a week, almost to the hour, and I've missed you every single minute of every day.  You truly were my best friend, and you helped me through some of the hardest times of my life.  I don't know that I could have survived some of them without you to cling to.  I hope you know how much we loved you.  I'm so sorry I had to let you go. 

Thanks for sending Fern.  I'm trying hard to love her, but right now I'm still in too much pain from losing you.  Plus I conveniently forgot how much work a puppy is.  I'm not replacing you.  No dog could ever do that.  You'll forever be in my heart, and someday I'll see you again.  I know I will.  And you'll be able to breathe, and eat as much cheese and ham as you want, and we'll snuggle and kiss for eternity.  Until then, I'll just have to muddle through. 

You have fun up there.  Keep the other dogs in check.  You were always so good at that.  You are so loved, Fizzy, and you will be forever.


Saturday, December 26, 2015

Meet Fern!

I'm very happy to introduce the newest member of the Hunter household, Fern! She'll be coming home on Monday! She'll never replace Fizzy. No one ever could. But we need a new baby to love, and here she is!

Fern will probably eventually have her own blog once I hear her voice.

I know some people think it's too soon.  That we should wait until we've properly grieved.  But we can't.  A house truly isn't a home without a dog, and this doesn't lessen my love for Fizzy, because God knows how much we adored him.  Fern will help heal our hearts, but Fizzy is permanently wedged in there.

Friday, December 25, 2015

It's with an extremely heavy heart that I let you all know that we let Fizzy go today. He was the sweetest most loving Pooh I could have ever asked for. Run free and breath easy Fizzy. I'll see you again.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

I'm Doin Ok!

I'm doing ok, pals.  I went back to the vet lady on Friday, and she's real happy with how I looked and how I was acting.  Way more energy for this old man!  The vet said that's cause the blood is flowing good again BOL!  Momma just has to keep taking data on my breathing, which she says is no big deal.  She already obsessively watches me pee and pooh, why not breathing, too?  Such fun hobbies Momma has.  Anywoof, keep the prayers coming, though, pals, just in case.

"Take me home, Momma!  The vet lady is nice, but home is nicer!  No one sticks things in your pooper!"

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Long Time No Bark!

It's been a while since I've updated, pals.  Life gets busy sometimes, and we forget to say hi.  I got some bad news last week.  Looks like I have a problem with my heart, and the vet says I'm in the early stages of congestive heart failure.  Momma and Daddy were pretty upset, but I started my medicines, and I'm starting to feel much better.  It didn't help that I fell off the bed and couldn't really move for a few days!!  But really, pals, I'm feeling pretty good, so don't worry too much.  I go back to the vet on Friday to get some more pictures of my heart and they gotta check to make sure my liver is ok from the medicines.

Speaking of medicines, GUESS WHAT?!?!  The vet told Momma I could take my pills in CHEESE!!!!  CHEESE, pals, CHEESE!!!!!!  Cheese is my most favorite food in the whole entire world!!!!  Oh boy, pals, I had some nice mild mozzarella for a few days, and now today I got a nice medium cheddar!  YUM!!!  So if anything good has come out of this, it's that I finally get to eat CHEESE again!!!  BOL!!

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

So Sad

Fizzy's Momma here.  Today I learned that one of Fizzy's best good Dogster friends has gone to the Bridge.  Ebony Ursula Gonzalez was one of his first friends, and later became his Valentine.  Her sisfur, Rinky, went to the Bridge a few years ago, then Ceeley came to live with her.  Ceeley went to the Bridge a few weeks ago.  And now Ebby.  Her mom, Lulu, is in a bad place right now.  Her heart is so full of grief.  Please keep them in your prayers.

Ebby, I never got to meet you in real life, but your pictures and diary entries always brought a smile to my face.  During some of my darkest moments, I would go to your page and see your big smile, and it would help pull me from the abyss.  I know you're so happy to be back with Ceeley and Paw Paw and especially your beloved Rinky.  We'll miss you down here.  Until we meet in heaven...