Saturday, July 12, 2008 . 7/12/2008
In Loving Memory
As my previous post stated, we had to put down our 11-year-old dachshund, Sugar, yesterday afternoon. She was an incredibly sweet dog, and this entry is dedicated to her.
It all started when I was about seven or eight years old. My dad and I were looking for a puppy, and a small hairy one caught my eye. My mom was at work that day, so we left for the time being so that she could see the puppy before we adopted her. When we did come back, a tiny little dachshund got brought in and she stole my heart. She ate her crate-mate's poop right in front of us, but she was adorable all the same. We ended up taking her home instead. I got the honor of naming her - Sugar.
I cannot stress enough how cute and sweet she was as a puppy. Her ears were huge and floppy and she still had lose skin that she needed to grow into. She would cuddle up with you in bed, right next to your stomach.
What was funny about her was that she would steal my socks to keep me from having to go to school. In those days I went to a school where uniforms and socks were required, and I hated the socks more than the uniforms. Sugar apparently picked up on this because she would steal them and hide underneath the bed or table.
She would also steal my friend's clothes whenever we went swimming. She just took them and carried them off into the woods. You always knew Sugar was up to something when you saw a white sock or shirt floating among the bushes.
Even though she was just a small weiner dog, Sugar would herd our neighbor's goat that often escaped from its enclosure. She'd bark, run around the goat's heals, and continue doing so until she got it back in the pasture with the horses where it belonged. It was hilarious to watch.
Unfortunately, as she aged she started to become quite annoying (just like any grandma). She was diagnosed with Cushing's Disease when she was around nine years old, and because of this she'd eat anything she could get her mouth on, including shed hair from our larger dog, Kingston. She'd sneak in and steal his food, the cats' food, and pretty much everyone else's besides her own. She'd lick everything, as well, which made me increasingly frustrated because she'd leave wet spots all over the carpet.
She was very loved, despite all of that. She had her ups and downs, her funny moments and her annoying points. She had a good life.
Rest in peace, sweetie. You will be missed. <3
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As my previous post stated, we had to put down our 11-year-old dachshund, Sugar, yesterday afternoon. She was an incredibly sweet dog, and this entry is dedicated to her.
It all started when I was about seven or eight years old. My dad and I were looking for a puppy, and a small hairy one caught my eye. My mom was at work that day, so we left for the time being so that she could see the puppy before we adopted her. When we did come back, a tiny little dachshund got brought in and she stole my heart. She ate her crate-mate's poop right in front of us, but she was adorable all the same. We ended up taking her home instead. I got the honor of naming her - Sugar.
I cannot stress enough how cute and sweet she was as a puppy. Her ears were huge and floppy and she still had lose skin that she needed to grow into. She would cuddle up with you in bed, right next to your stomach.
What was funny about her was that she would steal my socks to keep me from having to go to school. In those days I went to a school where uniforms and socks were required, and I hated the socks more than the uniforms. Sugar apparently picked up on this because she would steal them and hide underneath the bed or table.
She would also steal my friend's clothes whenever we went swimming. She just took them and carried them off into the woods. You always knew Sugar was up to something when you saw a white sock or shirt floating among the bushes.
Even though she was just a small weiner dog, Sugar would herd our neighbor's goat that often escaped from its enclosure. She'd bark, run around the goat's heals, and continue doing so until she got it back in the pasture with the horses where it belonged. It was hilarious to watch.
Unfortunately, as she aged she started to become quite annoying (just like any grandma). She was diagnosed with Cushing's Disease when she was around nine years old, and because of this she'd eat anything she could get her mouth on, including shed hair from our larger dog, Kingston. She'd sneak in and steal his food, the cats' food, and pretty much everyone else's besides her own. She'd lick everything, as well, which made me increasingly frustrated because she'd leave wet spots all over the carpet.
She was very loved, despite all of that. She had her ups and downs, her funny moments and her annoying points. She had a good life.
Rest in peace, sweetie. You will be missed. <3
I am sorry. I have wondered what ill do when my cat dies.. if i dont die before it.. both are scary thoughts. Id probably miss him every day.
When i was 5 or so we had a stray cat who had kittens and the ones i kept died. I only think about it on odd occasions. I guess i cant compare that to my cat ive had 8 years almost since it was born. He means so much more.
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