January.19,2014
Evening,
It is with a heavy heart that I write this post. We had a midweek-to end filled with sorrow. On Wednesday, Jan.15th, it was to be of a happy time, as my dad was turning 51. To get a feel for how things went, I feel like spewing it out in order, and how I should have picked up on something.... but didn't.
Anyways, so the kids and I have been traveling with Adam, as we've declared a DNR on my car. (For those of you who don't know, DNR stands for Do Not Resuscitate! LOL) Anyways, we're usually up and out the door for around 8, but on Wednesday Adam decided to sleep in and not go to work until 9. At 8:15, just as we were getting ready to head out the door to school, I say to the girls "Who's birthday is it today?", to which Emma and Nik respond with "POPPY!" In the joy of it all, I call him and put it on speaker phone thinking we're all going to yell HAPPY BIRTHDAY when he answered the phone. We let the phone ring for a solid 45 secs, and hang up. Anyone who is anyone that knows my dad, KNOWS he picks up on like the second ring. I should have known then, that it was the first clue that something was wrong. My dad should have been at work, and I knew he wasn't on the loader, as there is next to no snow now, and I knew he wasn't in the shop, b/c his phone didn't automatically jump to VM like it normally does. It's not that his phone is off in the shop, it's just that there is NO reception in there. Anyways, so we go to school, go about our day, and my mom texts me and says she's having everyone over for supper at 6. Normally this isn't an issue for me to drop plans and make new ones when it comes to mum n dad, however, we;re down to one vehicle and Adam had texted me 15 minutes earlier to say he may have to work a double. Anyway, I text mom back, tell her I don't know if the girls and I are gunna make it out, but I would let her know. When I get home from school, Adam tells me he doesn't have to work a double, and I was pumped!! That meant I got to use the truck to go to mumma and poppas!! I call mom and say "just so ya know, we're comin' out!" In a somber voice she said "Oh good, I'll see ya then". That to me, should have been clue number two. I had said to myself that she sounded like she was crying, but I didn't think much more of it and went about my couple hours at home. I go get dad a birthday card, some scratch tickets, coffee money, and a birthday boy pin! I get out to moms and only one of the dogs *They're both Great Pyrenees-Huskies, and brother&sister, same litter*, was in the porch. I said "oh where's Daisy", b/c she didn't come running to the truck when I pulled in. Then the girls started asking "Nana where's Daisy?" With the saddest of hearts I have ever seen my mom bare, she starts to cry and said "She's gone!'' I lost it. I asked her how?? How could this be?? Mom explained that my dad had let her out to go pee in the morning, she saw a fox, and chased after it. As she jumped out of the ditch, she got nailed by a truck.
Now to know these dogs, or the breed in general, you would know that they are the most gentle and obedient of their kind. My kids have dragged them around since they were puppies. The male, Sweetums, stands 6 ft tall when he puts his front paws on my chest. Daisy wasn't quite as tall, but what she lacked in height, she gained in width. These dogs have twenty acres of land to play on, which they have in the last 5 years. They have NEVER gone near the road, nor had they ever shown interest in it. So with her heavy heart mom said that the guy who hit her came banging at the door and couldn't apologize enough. Dad ran down to Daisy, and she was whimpering in his arms. He cradled her like a baby, told her how much of a good girl she was, and that she was ok, only to have her slip away into the world beyond.
Because It's been pretty balmy here, dad had to call my brother to help bury her. He didn't want to leave her to rot, and didn't want the coyotes at her so the faster it was done, the faster it was over with. He said in his 51 years, he's never had a pet die in his arms. I know all too well what that feeling is like. I had a pet rabbit named Thumper, and he died in my arms. I only have two pets that I was extremely close with, and one of them I don't speak of, b/c I resort to tears.
Needless to say, it was a shitty start to the mid-week, a shitty start to the day, and a shitty start to dad's 51st year. Daisy was my moms fur baby. She was my fur baby too!! She was also Emma's fur baby. It was hard for me to describe how it happened fast and that she's in a better place to my 9 y/o, b/c she's anything and everything like me; Soft. I cried with my mom, and told her I try so hard not to get attached to animals that don't technically belong to me, but when you have a fur baby, who has seen you go through it all in the last 5 years, it's hard not to. Emma wept for days. She said "But mommy! She was my best friend!" I cry at the sight of that quote. I cry as I type this whole ordeal. Daisy was our baby, whether we choose to believe it or not.
So a few days pass, and I call mom yesterday to check in and see how things are going. They also have two cats in the house, Baby-Red and Martin. Anyways, Sweetums was laying at moms feet yesterday and when Baby-Red walked by, his tail started wagging and he got all excited! Mom said it was like he was saying to the cat "Wanna be friends??" I had a great giggle from that. She then went on to tell me that he's really lonely. I knew he would be. He lost his sibling. Mom said, her voice cracking up, trembling " It breaks my heart when I go outside with him, because he goes out looking for her!" I couldn't help but cry with her, b/c my heart knows all too well about losing a dog so close. This is the first time I have ever heard my mom so heart broken over a pet. Daisy Mae really was her "Daughter".
In Honor of Dais, I came home after dad's birthday, and I sent off an 11X14 canvas to be printed with assorted pictures of Daisy, and of Daisy and the kids. When I get it back this week, I'll frame it and give it to mom. I feel like she needs this. I also sent off a picture of Emma and Dais to be printed, so that Emm could always have her by her side. All I know, is that one day, when it's my time to go, I pray that I meet her, and my other two fur babies on the other side.
Now that I've been emotional, and hopefully haven't set you into tears, I will leave you with this thought:
When you have a fur baby, and it's their time to go, do they ever really leave your side?
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