K
04-02-08, 10:22 AM
I guess I've been needing to write this for a while, but haven't really been able to without running the risk of blubbing like a girl and possibly then shorting out my laptop. :oops:
After nearly thirteen years, that have included ten jobs, four house moves, three different towns, three berievements (two family, one friend), the endings of two long term relashionships, one redundancy, two rabbits arriving - one leaving and being ultimately confused by the existence of a tortoise...
... my best friend, my soul, the very beat of my heart, died at 7.20pm, 23rd Jan.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/spazmutt/Kodo/P100017170.jpg
A brief fight against cancer, that apart from a loss of appetite, was undertaken in the best of spirits. Like his whole life really.
His last meal was a Ketucky Fried Chicken 'two-piece' the evening before... with chips.
Once we had got back home from the vet's, my housemate (who had been in Kodo's life for nearly ten years, and therefore also blubbed like a big girl) and I phoned for pizza. We didn't feel like eating, let alone actually cooking.
The empty box was then put on the living room floor - we stared at it - I hadn't been able to put a pizza box on the floor for nearly thirteen years.:(
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/spazmutt/Kodo/Envy.jpg
Over the following days the TV had to be left almost permanently on - the house was too quite, and we both started to notice all those thousands of little accomodations you make where there's a dog around.
Kitchen bin on the countertop.
No used tissues in the waste-paper basket.
Arrangements made to work around meal-times.
I didn't actually have to open the back door for almost five days.
There was a new found sense of freedom - but its wasn't welcome - it loomed.
For a small dog he sure left a hell of a big hole.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/spazmutt/Kodo/P100015320.jpg
Now if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. But when friends conspire, wishes can sometimes be dogs instead.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/spazmutt/Spider/P100054820.jpg
Meet Spider - small, black and scuttles along skirting boards. ;)
He's got big shoes to fill, and I know the fit isn't going to be perfect. There will always be gaps, but he already has personality enough to make his own way.
Even so - they both chose the same spot on the sofa.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/spazmutt/Kodo/P100013020.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/spazmutt/Spider/P100054520.jpg
After nearly thirteen years, that have included ten jobs, four house moves, three different towns, three berievements (two family, one friend), the endings of two long term relashionships, one redundancy, two rabbits arriving - one leaving and being ultimately confused by the existence of a tortoise...
... my best friend, my soul, the very beat of my heart, died at 7.20pm, 23rd Jan.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/spazmutt/Kodo/P100017170.jpg
A brief fight against cancer, that apart from a loss of appetite, was undertaken in the best of spirits. Like his whole life really.
His last meal was a Ketucky Fried Chicken 'two-piece' the evening before... with chips.
Once we had got back home from the vet's, my housemate (who had been in Kodo's life for nearly ten years, and therefore also blubbed like a big girl) and I phoned for pizza. We didn't feel like eating, let alone actually cooking.
The empty box was then put on the living room floor - we stared at it - I hadn't been able to put a pizza box on the floor for nearly thirteen years.:(
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/spazmutt/Kodo/Envy.jpg
Over the following days the TV had to be left almost permanently on - the house was too quite, and we both started to notice all those thousands of little accomodations you make where there's a dog around.
Kitchen bin on the countertop.
No used tissues in the waste-paper basket.
Arrangements made to work around meal-times.
I didn't actually have to open the back door for almost five days.
There was a new found sense of freedom - but its wasn't welcome - it loomed.
For a small dog he sure left a hell of a big hole.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/spazmutt/Kodo/P100015320.jpg
Now if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. But when friends conspire, wishes can sometimes be dogs instead.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/spazmutt/Spider/P100054820.jpg
Meet Spider - small, black and scuttles along skirting boards. ;)
He's got big shoes to fill, and I know the fit isn't going to be perfect. There will always be gaps, but he already has personality enough to make his own way.
Even so - they both chose the same spot on the sofa.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/spazmutt/Kodo/P100013020.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/spazmutt/Spider/P100054520.jpg