Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
- His mom let him get out of his car seat and out of the car THROUGH THE BACK WINDOW. OK, he didn't actually make it all the way out, but it was only because they were running late and his mom pulled him out before he could do it himself.
- He taught my daughter (and everyone else at school) to run around with pretend rifles yelling "FIRE!" and shooting at other people.
- He told a story to the kids at his table (I was there, as was his mom) about how he saw a movie where "there was a big alien and the guy shot...he shot...he shot...he shot!...he shot the alien and the alien exploded and got stuff all over the guy!"
Jeez, how old am I to be complaining about this? I need to go get some Depends before those darned kids egg my car.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
I gave the old dog medicines to the vet for disposal and/or donating to needy clients. I think that helped, since I don't have to see all of it any more - especially the stuff we were giving Gideon near the end. I've also put the remaining dog stuff we don't want to keep in a big pile to either give to neighbors or give to the local shelter. But I just can't pull the trigger and give it away. I know we don't need it (and some of it was stuff that was never used) but it just makes things seem so final. I think one of the worst things is those 3 cans of wet food that are leftover. When I bought 12 cans I thought Mena might have time to finish them all. Little did I know that Gideon wouldn't even have enough time to finish them all.
I still have good and bad times, but more good than bad. Mostly it's when everyone is asleep that it's hardest...it's just so quiet. I miss the nails clicking, the breathing, the digging of nests on the carpet. And I really miss having someone to talk to when I get home, or I'm the only one awake.
But overall, life is getting a little easier and we're all doing better. I know that it's healthy to get over their deaths and to move on, but in addition to feeling better I often also feel a range of other emotions. It's almost like I have 2 separate TV shows going in my head at once. Show 1 is the "feeling better" show, and Show 2 is the "sadness/grief/guilt" show. It's very strange watching both shows at once. And I'm not really sure I want Show 2 to end quite yet.
Monday, October 13, 2008
- clean up the food under the table and on the kitchen floor
- put his furry butt on me
- leave clumps of butt fur all over the place
- bring me yucky tennis balls
- walk with me to the park and poop twice
- let me pretend his tail is a paintbrush
- calm down when I rub his belly button (it soothes the savagest of the G-men!)
- drag and shred garbage into Matthew's room
- be a wiggler when I get home
- protect the yard and house from squirrels and/or strangers
- bring me a belly to rub when I'm feeling sad
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
From the day I met him to the day he died, Gideon was always a puppy at heart. He was, and will always be, my little guy - and I will always be his dude. I cherish the memories of our time together, and I miss him more than anyone can imagine.
*Gideon, also known as Little G, Gid, Gid Kid, G-Monkey, My Little Guy, G-Man, Gidster, Brownhound, Mr. Stinkypants, Mr. Man, The Furry Buttcheeks McGee, The Gentle G, Stripeyback, and many combinations of the above
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
I figured Gideon would plop down and do his heavy breathing in the back on our way home, but I found my arm quickly covered in dog slobber...and wouldn't have wanted it any other way.