Butterfly’s Last Illness

Last week we explored the journey of greiving a pet. This week I am featuring the very talented Rachel Mankowitz post “Butterfly’s Last Illness”. This is the post which inspired last weeks “Invisible Grief- The Loss of a Companion”. I hope this touches you the way it did me. Enjoy. Thank you to you Rachel for allowing me to feature you:)

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Four weeks ago, on a Wednesday night, Butterfly vomited white foam until she was empty. We had no idea what set it off. She’d been wheezing for a few days, instead of her regular coughing, but otherwise she was in the pink of health; especially since her hernia surgery two months before. Suddenly she was panting all night on the pillow next to my head. We were able to get her an emergency appointment at the clinic the next day and ended up seeing a doctor we’d never met before. She asked if Butterfly had eaten anything strange and we couldn’t think of anything she’d had access too, so she took an x-ray, and did blood tests, but she couldn’t find any explanation for the vomiting. She didn’t seem especially worried, though. She had the vet techs give Butterfly subcutaneous fluids and anti-nausea meds on the spot, and then…

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Holding Paws

A simple story of survival & dedication.

I have to be bravely honest and admit that while I have had the time to read others beautifully created blogs , I have not taken any time to cultivate my own. Thus, leaving many of you in absolute with-drawl of our beloved Chi Chi talks. For this I am delivering a second dose of Chi-Chi talks this week to get your heart, mind, and funny bone back in order.

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“No more water or food, now what will we do Yoda”

The frail seventy-one year old women stared blankly at the tiny chihuahua-terrier

her mousy brown fur blowing in the chilled wind. They had walked in what seemed like circles all day, at first it was exciting, a new adventure with her favorite person. The air raw and crisp, so many smells; mountain goat, squirrel, ocean, pine, rain, black earth so much room to run.

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Yoda loved when they came to the trails every year, she waited patiently to have bragging rights for the other chihuahua terrier, Bambi who lived next door. She had rolled around in every scent she could. No one her size had conquered the Olympic National Forest as many times as she had. The first time they had set paw on the peninsula, she had doubts. Her owner was not a youthful pup; her hair a stream of silver. So, she decided to keep close watch of her.

Today was different, they usually sat for lunch and water when the sun was high, and the air grew moist and warm. Instead they had eaten twice, and the sky continually grew darker birds, and bats echoing in the distance. They would be home in there warm bed, wrapped in the quilt she made her for christmas last year.

Something was terribly wrong, they were lost. She decided to keep her warm, and comfortable by wrapping her tiny body around her pale, cool hands.

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“Well Yoda, if I die here I’ve lived a good life. I’ve raised my children, traveled and the best is I am not alone. I have you little one. No fear I love you”

Yoda knew she wouldn’t die, or her silver haired owner. So she wrapped herself tighter around her pale cool hands and fell asleep.

By Lifewritez

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The inspiration for this story is dedicated to Sajean E. Geer & her tiny chihuahua terrier, who had the courage, and love for one another to keep each other alive. If you would like to read the news clip Missing 71 & Chihuahua Terrier

Tell me how this story has inspired you, all comments are welcome.

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Art Credits/ Image One- 16-year-old Dimitra Milan

Walk the Blues Away

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Last week I met an eighty-year-old man who I thought was sixty.

 

RAIN & CAFFEINE WITHDRAWAL…

It was around six in the morning, raining and least to say I wasn’t too pleased about walking the dogs in the rain. I remember rising that morning and not shining but instead trying to blot out the morning sun by stuffing myself deeper into my pillow.

I marched and mumbled down the parkway attempting to avoid puddles but to no avail. I wanted to get home as quickly as possible so I could enjoy my morning caffeine injection and deliberate on how I would go about my day.

QUIET REVOLUTIONARIES…

On the parkway, there is a small pond, and if you get out early enough you can watch the geese. I don’t know whether I decided to become entranced by the geese, or lack of caffeine caused my legs to freeze. While I stood in the rain with my little guys, I noticed him there smiling and talking to his soaked shiatzu. This intrigued me, mostly because I always thought people who spoke to their dogs in public were revolutionaries (like myself).

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He laughed at himself when he noticed I was smiling at him, talking and smiling at his dog. For the next twenty minutes, he told me he loved a woman for over forty years, she passed and so did all their friends, and what he had left was his Nina after the famous Nina Simone.

They walked the parkway every morning the same way he and his wife had. He expressed to me that not only would the house be lonely without her, but he probably would never leave it. When he told, me he was eighty I initially thought he was sixty.

I WANT TO BE FOREVER YOUNG…

I went home and I thought about living until the age of eighty. I imagined not being able to call someone from my generation to discuss  how “crazy” the “new generation” has become “nowadays”.  I thought about how easily the man continued to smile. As I sat there and sipped my coffee, I figured out why he looked so young. It wasn’t his clothing, skin or hair. It was joy, this man had mastered finding joy in something as simple as walking his dog.

I don’t know your name, and I don’t know if I’ll see you again. I just want to say

thank you.

Thank you for taking the time to read Chi-Chi talks. Swapping stories is encouraged in the comments section. 

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We Got the Beat!

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If you follow this blog faithfully, you have become very familiar with two things specifically. One is that I don’t always post every Wednesday (but when I do its good stuff) the other is that I believe dogs (Chihuahuas especially) have their own personalities, and speak their own language.

FIRST THINGS FIRST…

Call me crazy but to me it makes no sense that such a variety of dogs could all have the same exact personality or needs. It kills me when my non-dog lover friends make generalized comments such as

“Can’t you just feed the dog scraps…it’s a dog”

“Why did you get “it” a heating pad? It’s a dog”

“Why did you buy clothes?” …it’s a dog”

Alright, I get it, I get it! You have confirmed it’s a dog. It has four legs, with fur and pants when hot.  As a dog-lover I would like to respond for all the other dog lovers. They are OUR dogs! OUR dogs and guess what non-dog lovers.

THEY ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN DOGS TO US!

MOVING RIGHT ALONG…

Okay now that the rant is over, and I cleared up what has been wanting to be said since the first paw/hand shake. Shall we move along.

I am a massively obsessive music lover, give me a stream of smooth Jazz and I am completely satisfied. The type of music I listen to for a day depends heavily on my emotions. Monday can bring on a lengthy marathon of Aerosmith, where a Wednesday can be some slow sultry ballads from Sade.

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The day I noticed the Chihuahuas enjoyed the same type of music I did was a comfortably warm and sunny Friday. I began the day with popular hits from Prince. While Raspberry Beret thundered out of the speakers and I imagined I was Lisa & Wendy rocking out with the late Prince. I sashed around the house singing at the top of my lungs and noticed little Chi-Chi eyes following me.

MUSIC IS LIFE…

As I put the bottle of body spray I was singing into on the coffee table, I observed the slow wag of tails, and expression of slight amusement.  I quickly turned down the music and asked the idiotic question “you guys like Prince huh?” Of course, they do! Doesn’t everyone? I decided to try some Tupac, nothing heavy just a little Keep Your Head Up kind of Tupac. The tails continued to wag.

The music binge began, I played everything from Metallica to NWA and guess what? Some songs received several wags others a howl, and the worst no response at all. Most of the songs they didn’t like neither did I. I ended the musical binge sitting on the floor by the stereo while Imagine by John Lennon flowed through the air. I think that it’s their favorite, can you blame them?

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The Chihuahua Murmurer

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Yes, I am one of those people, you know the ones that gossip to their dogs once you walk away.

Surprised, are we? Yes, it is true there are dog lovers such as myself that go walking the trail on a brilliant sunny day with a rainbow leash and when you pass our little guys take a sample whiff of you and well we add a comment to compliment the whiff. Please don’t get me wrong, the comment doesn’t necessarily have to hurl an insult or a compliment matter of fact it can go a bit like this:

Chi-Chi: sniff

Me: Did you see that fitness watch? Wanted to get one…way to expensive

Chi-Chi: (one last sniff for good measure)

So yes, this is my very open and honest confession that I am not a dog whisperer like the very popular reality TV show back in 2004 but instead a chihuahua murmurer.

Last week one of my sisters visited and overstayed her welcome, and I am sure she can say the same about me when I visit her…If I ever were to confront her about it. I never ever will instead I murmured to my tiny chihuahua Rhythm after shutting the door “Whew! Thank God she got that call, I thought she’d post a tent in the living room and light a little fire” by the way Rhythm sniffed and agreed.

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This murmuring mostly applies to the commentary of daily life events, it’s not as effective when it comes to requests. Earlier today I followed my daily routine of letting out the Chi’s, by the way, the ratio of paws to hands are 4:1. As they raced around the yard I watched as overstuffed clouds slowly floated overhead. I had not looked at the weather this morning, and to be completely honest lately the forecast hasn’t had the precision of a ninja. Without warning the clouds gave way to a waterfall of very healthy drops of rain.

They plopped down immediately soaking the Stewie pajama shirt I was wearing (yes, I said Stewie from Family Guy). I immediately began rounding up the Chi’s on request/murmuring and was confronted with a blank stare and more racing around the yard. The murmuring turned into an all-out plea which then turned into a game of tag resulting in me slipping in a combination of mud and poop (could have possibly just been poop I don’t really know) as I sat there on the wet, muddy, poopy filled ground. I looked across the yard between the raindrops I could have sworn I seen my beloved Rhythm murmur and the rest of Chi’s laugh and sniff at me.

Let’s Chi-Chi Talk: Are you a dog murmurer? Leave a comment.

Written by Lifewritez

Photo Credit: Muddy Chihuahua ( Tim Oliver)

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The Decent

Love so easily tossed away.

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It was a day like any other, the people moved around freely carrying on with people business. They had no worries because they knew at a moment’s notice I would give my life to protect them. I alerted them when something didn’t feel, sound, or smell safe. I would sit perched on the arm of the couch, that was my favorite spot because you could see the front door. I smelled who was coming in and going out. It was an “apartment” well that’s what the people called it, all I know is that you had to climb a lot of tiny hills to get there. So, that day I was sitting there protecting my people, and suddenly I was thrown into the dark. It was scary, it felt like the time I made an accident and got in BIG trouble for it. Except this time, I didn’t make an accident. Maybe I spilled my water? No, I’m sure I didn’t do that. Then I was falling, for a long time. I hit something, it hurt so bad I called for help but no one came. I tried to dig my way out but the dirt that surrounded me only slid around and wouldn’t break. I don’t know what I did so wrong? Maybe they will come back and get me…maybe…Please comeback?

If Dogs Could Talk

There is a cliché which states “If only walls could talk” what if instead the cliché were “If only dogs could talk”. The conversation would be quite interesting. The story of an interview with a New York Chihuahua thrown four stories down a garbage chute would make front page of the paper, and even TMZ would pick it up. Although, I would rather use the above chihuahua monologue as only a figment from an overdue story in my imagination; I cannot because unfortunately it is very true. It didn’t make front page news, nor did it get caught by TMZ cameras. At very least, it managed making making the pet section of the New York Post. .

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Perspective & Motive

This story is one of many that happens every day. The chi lived there long enough for the neighbors to become familiar with its habitual barking. So, then the question becomes how does a family go from seeking a dog to become a family member, to tossing it like day old garbage? Perspective and motive. If a dog is bought only because it’s cute it’s seen as an object. The motivation is superficial, and the perspective is no different than buying a new pair of shoes. When those shoes become worn we toss them out (some of us stick them in the back of the closet, just in case) and march down to the shoe store to buy a new pair. When perspective and motive are equally yoked, great families seek dogs because they would like to add an addition to their family, and it’s a bonus if they are cute. Let’s be honest an old sock can be cute if you fall in love with it!
This doesn’t mean that people don’t have the right to change their mind. Maybe they never had a pet, and they find out it isn’t for them. Maybe a love one passes and the pet has nowhere to go, with no extended family to take them in. It then becomes our responsibility to handle our loving companions the best way possible, it becomes our duty as humans to be empathetic. There are several options available to those who no longer want to care for a pet, tossing one into a garbage chute should never be an option.

toddler-girl-holding-water-hose-playing-with-dog-E711A1What are a few options?

Contact the Pet Store or Breeder- Contacting the person or place you got it from can be a way to take action, most good breeders would rather have the dog with them then homeless.

Surrender- Some states have animal shelters that will except unwanted pets. Each state has its own set of rules so check with your local humane society or animal shelter. Animal Humane Society Surrender Info
Make a post-Tell social media, place a pet ad in the paper or sign up to a website dedicated to finding homes for pets.
Ask a friend – Be open, maybe that friend that can sit on the couch entertaining themselves with your pet for hours without getting bored just might be a good fit.

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“Is that You or Your Dogs?”

When pure love has a smell..

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Sweet Cocoa dreaming of letting go:)

A good friend came to visit yesterday, although I wasn’t expecting her at all; unlike many of my other good friends she was a pleasant surprise. I had been marinading in my sweatpants from a morning run ( please don’t ask why) and to add I was very comfortable. My beautiful Chi Jazz cuddled just beneath my thigh, and my frenchie sweet cocoa lay at my feet, which also included the running socks (as you guessed) from earlier that morning. We had been sitting there for the majority of the afternoon, smooth jazz softly playing in the background while I bounced between researching upcoming literary events, and the latest celebrity gossip ( or should I say tea). Needless to say, the three of us were happy and  content.

The Funk

“What is that smell? Is that you or your dogs?” My good friend had a history of speaking her mind very loudly. I watched as her nose wrinkled in disgust. I couldn’t help but to laugh out loud. All afternoon my beautiful dogs sat right under what humans considered “the funk” they didn’t care that I didn’t smell like  lavender, or freshly crushed sage. They just wanted me with “the funk ” and whatever else came with me.

Sweet Cocoa Lets It  Go!

As I proceeded to explain my run, and the extremely lame excuse to why I hadn’t yet hopped into the shower. Sweet Cocoa between snores released a “silent but deadly” explanation. The gas quickly filled the room crashing with “the funk” that previously pronounced itself champion to anyone entering the front door. I burst out laughing ” It’s me! My dog had nothing to do with that bomb” The laughter woke up sweet Cocoa she rose slowly, stretched and exited the room.

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