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Re: Nimuweh |
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Carol Kuna |
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Nov 21, 04 - 6:26 PM |
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apegasus32@aol.com |
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I know the feeling of losing a loved pet - actually a part of my family. Dusty was 13 years old when she passed just one year ago, almost to the day your Nimmers crossed over. She came into my life when she and her brother, Rusty wandered into my ex-husbands' print shop then located in downtown Watts, Ca. She and Rusty resided in the shop with occasional visits to our home. They had never experienced grass before, and it was a real treat to see them attempt to figure out this strange, soft, wet surface beneath their paws! One night one of the staff at the shop failed to completely rinse out one of the screen basins and Rusty took a drink from it. $1,000.00 later the vet couldn't save him, and Dusty literally began to pine away. The vet recommended that we bring her home, and so began our adventure. When my husband and I parted ways, I was forced to take a job out of state - on the Navajo reservation in New Mexico. My ex refused to allow the children to come with me, so I began my journey as an absentie parent - alone on a native reservation located @ 28 miles from the mearest fresh quart of milk! Dusty and I became closer than ever. She was the one living member left to me closer less than 720 miles away.
We took care of each other. She even saved me from a skinwalker...but that is another tale.
When we moved to Arzona, I purchased a small townhome with a very tiny backyard. I installed a doggie door, but she contented herself with mearly pushing her head through the door and checking out the weather then pulling back inside to while away the day in the relative dark of my newly purcased "den".
Towards the end of her time here she slowed way down, and with each day passing with my departure for work, she would simply lie down with her head on her paws and fill me with tremendous guilt for leaving her to her solitude. I wasn't given the blessing of finding her "asleep". Her organs began a rapid disintgration the last week in September and by mid November, I was forced to carry her into the vet one last time. It was one of the hardest things I have ever experienced. Even though I realize that she wasn't able to eat, drink or barely stand,I wasn't ready to have her move on. God sometimes asks difficult things of us. I have made a decision not to welcome another animal into my home until I can move to a larger place with a yard, and then I can have two in order to keep company while I earn their kibble!
Take Care and I hope that your heart is comforted.
Carol |
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Re: Nimuweh by Angela Von Straussenburg · Dec 2, 04 - 2:38 AM
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