about a week and a half ago our dog jesse started acting funny. pete was in guatemala. she just seemed sad and lethargic. a few days later she stopped wanting to eat. we bought her some different food, but she couldn't hold anything down. I took her to the vet yesterday morning and they were very concerned. they took some blood and told us they would know the results the next day. I really just wanted to know what was wrong with her before we started treating her for everything under the sun.
I could hardly stand the thought of not having her around...but could also hardly stand to see her so sick. today she wouldn't stand up or even lift her head up to say hello.
I got jesse from the animal shelter a little over 8 years ago...after doug died. my friend laurie went with me to pick her out. jesse was really shy but sweet. oh, and she came with that name. I never thought it was a very good dog name. she quickly became my sidekick and helped me feel a little less lonely. I have this picture of us together my first Christmas without doug...just hanging together with somber faces.
she was always laid back. let the kids pull on her ears and pretend she was their horse to ride on. she was the first to welcome eden home from the hospital when she was a day old. about 7 times a day charlotte says "shoe socks on...see jesse...I pet her"...and we go outside to see her.
sure will miss her. I bet we walked 1,000 miles together.
"dogs lives are too short. their only fault, really."
--carlotta monterey o'neill