Stories about my dog
I never really shared too much about my Katie. The wondermutt always seems to be the one in trouble, or doing something dumb, or going to jail, or, well, just being Bucket.
Katie maybe wasn't as dynamic as Bucket, but Katie was and always will be my dog.
Wendi hated her. Katie jumped up on the bed and got between us. Wendi would chase her off the bed, and Katie would sleep under the bed until Wendi went to sleep. Katie was always on the bed in her spot in the morning, though.
When Wendi left, Katie was in her spot. She never left me alone. She got me through. When Bucket went to Indiana Katie was there. On the bed. Next to me.
Katie ate stuff. Katie would go on trips around the neighborhood and find stuff to eat. One day, she found a pizza. She came back with a slice. I took it away from her. An hour later, she came back with another slice.
Katie, unlike Bucket, could find her way home.
If you've had to use the bathroom at my joint, you've seen a picture of Katie when she wasn't old. She's wearing an Underdog costume. Not my idea. It was only once. We both hated it. But I have the picture and I cherish it.
Especially today.
Katie always went bye-bye in the truck. I got yelled at once by someone at the Guard base for having her in the truck. I yelled back. The truck was still cold inside from the air conditioner. I was gone for five minutes. Katie loved bye-bye. But the day came when she couldn't get in the truck anymore. I was lifting her into the truck once when Bucket escaped. That was the day I got the ticket for violating the leash law from the dog catcher, with the leash still attached to the Wondermutt.
Katie loved food. She'd always jump up and bark until she got a bite or two, and for old, she was fast if it meant getting the bite I tossed Bucket and he didn't catch. Even Sunday, she was jumping up and down for a bite of food.
When Katie got too old to jump on the bed, she slept under the bed. When the bed got too rickety for me to feel good about her sleeping under, I moved stuff under there and she slept on the floor by the bed. And for the last two nights, sometime in the night, she found the energy to walk into the bedroom. She was where I was. And if I was at work, she slept in the entry way until I got home.
She loved walks. I used to take them both, but she got too old to do much more than walk down to the end of the driveway. I quit taking Buck for a while so she wouldn't get her feelings hurt.
She had a great last day. June let her out and sat outside while Katie napped in the sunshine on the grass. I put her on the leash and led her through the house. She walked down the steps but I had to carry her to the car from there. One last walk. One last bye-bye in the car. Two last treats in the vet's office. It was all she could do to eat them. She had to eat them with one side of her face. I noticed she couldn't hold her head up straight. I think she probably had a stroke sometime Sunday night or early Monday morning.
It explains a lot.
The folks at the vet's office were so nice. The vet came in and looked at the Did and asked some questions. She quickly assessed that putting her to sleep was the best option. A sedative was given. An IV tube was inserted in her front paw. She was sound asleep when that happened. The infamous "Blue Juice" was pink, and in less than a minute, my doggie was gone. I held her head and talked to her the whole time.
They were so kind. They gave me all the time I needed. Two imprints were taken of her paw. And by accident, I took probably one of the best photos I've ever taken. The Who sent me a message and I took a photo of one of the paw prints that I set on top of her collar, which was on her blankie.
I'm keeping one. I asked my son if he wanted the other.
I'm at peace. I cried, of course. I'm sure I will again. Katie's paw print is in a frame on the dresser. I hung her collar on the wall in my bedroom. Above that spot, there's a decal on the wall from 1 Corinthians 13:13 "and the greatest of these is LOVE."
Katie loved cookies. She loved bye-bye. She loved walks.
But most of all, she loved me.
Katie maybe wasn't as dynamic as Bucket, but Katie was and always will be my dog.
Wendi hated her. Katie jumped up on the bed and got between us. Wendi would chase her off the bed, and Katie would sleep under the bed until Wendi went to sleep. Katie was always on the bed in her spot in the morning, though.
When Wendi left, Katie was in her spot. She never left me alone. She got me through. When Bucket went to Indiana Katie was there. On the bed. Next to me.
Katie ate stuff. Katie would go on trips around the neighborhood and find stuff to eat. One day, she found a pizza. She came back with a slice. I took it away from her. An hour later, she came back with another slice.
Katie, unlike Bucket, could find her way home.
If you've had to use the bathroom at my joint, you've seen a picture of Katie when she wasn't old. She's wearing an Underdog costume. Not my idea. It was only once. We both hated it. But I have the picture and I cherish it.
Especially today.
Katie always went bye-bye in the truck. I got yelled at once by someone at the Guard base for having her in the truck. I yelled back. The truck was still cold inside from the air conditioner. I was gone for five minutes. Katie loved bye-bye. But the day came when she couldn't get in the truck anymore. I was lifting her into the truck once when Bucket escaped. That was the day I got the ticket for violating the leash law from the dog catcher, with the leash still attached to the Wondermutt.
Katie loved food. She'd always jump up and bark until she got a bite or two, and for old, she was fast if it meant getting the bite I tossed Bucket and he didn't catch. Even Sunday, she was jumping up and down for a bite of food.
When Katie got too old to jump on the bed, she slept under the bed. When the bed got too rickety for me to feel good about her sleeping under, I moved stuff under there and she slept on the floor by the bed. And for the last two nights, sometime in the night, she found the energy to walk into the bedroom. She was where I was. And if I was at work, she slept in the entry way until I got home.
She loved walks. I used to take them both, but she got too old to do much more than walk down to the end of the driveway. I quit taking Buck for a while so she wouldn't get her feelings hurt.
She had a great last day. June let her out and sat outside while Katie napped in the sunshine on the grass. I put her on the leash and led her through the house. She walked down the steps but I had to carry her to the car from there. One last walk. One last bye-bye in the car. Two last treats in the vet's office. It was all she could do to eat them. She had to eat them with one side of her face. I noticed she couldn't hold her head up straight. I think she probably had a stroke sometime Sunday night or early Monday morning.
It explains a lot.
The folks at the vet's office were so nice. The vet came in and looked at the Did and asked some questions. She quickly assessed that putting her to sleep was the best option. A sedative was given. An IV tube was inserted in her front paw. She was sound asleep when that happened. The infamous "Blue Juice" was pink, and in less than a minute, my doggie was gone. I held her head and talked to her the whole time.
They were so kind. They gave me all the time I needed. Two imprints were taken of her paw. And by accident, I took probably one of the best photos I've ever taken. The Who sent me a message and I took a photo of one of the paw prints that I set on top of her collar, which was on her blankie.
I'm keeping one. I asked my son if he wanted the other.
I'm at peace. I cried, of course. I'm sure I will again. Katie's paw print is in a frame on the dresser. I hung her collar on the wall in my bedroom. Above that spot, there's a decal on the wall from 1 Corinthians 13:13 "and the greatest of these is LOVE."
Katie loved cookies. She loved bye-bye. She loved walks.
But most of all, she loved me.
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