This is the last part of this story. I mean it.
The Saturday before I put Belle down, which was actually the day before I did it, I contacted my sister to let her know I was going to take Belle around town for her Last Day. She informed me her husband was coming too. I have a small car, and I have set it up for dogs to be in the back, not people, so transporting two people and a dog was not really my intent. At that point, I didn’t care anymore, and when they showed, I made arrangements to have Belle ride in front with me (something she never did), and they sat in the back. Belle’s two car pillows were stacked, so she had support for the one she sat on by having the other one prop her up. She was sitting as comfortably as she was going to be and since the day was all about her, that was all I cared about. Continue reading “Belle’s Last Day (Part III)”
I still have a ton of stories about Belle, and going through the pictures I saw yesterday, I will probably tell them. For now, I will tell the story of her last few days. Continue reading “Belle’s Last Day (Part II)”
I had planned on writing a long story of Belle’s last day, but went through all of the pictures I had on hand and just couldn’t do it. Might do it tomorrow. But for now, above is the first picture I have of her. And here is the last: Continue reading “Belle’s Last Day (Part I)”
On one particular morning, while walking Belle, cars were zooming past us, as they do on a somewhat busy road. It was early, but still late enough for people to go about their business and to work. That meant traffic was just sufficient to pass by with regularity, but not so much that there was a backup. With the frequency of the cars passing, and the urgency with them trying to get someplace in a reasonable amount of time, the vehicles whipped passed us just fast enough to make my hair fly out of my face and back again, and my hat lift enough for me to be concerned with it flying off. We tended to walk side by side. Me on the sidewalk, and Belle on the grass to keep her paws off the concrete. She tended to walk on the right, and we walked against the flow of traffic so I could see the cars coming. Continue reading “The Belle’s, Part IV”
I have acquired my medical bills, but still, do not know what I had. I have test results and nothing seems out of the norm. I will write the details of the experience at a later date. That being said, I’m in the middle of the rest of the NO LA trip and got distracted by editing all my previous posts for grammar and spelling errors. It is interesting to note, I have run these posts through two different systems and there were conflicts as one saw no issues and the other did. They also differed by one trying to correct issues I corrected with the other system and the new system says it is an issue. That being the case, as long as I am not reading and just posting, don’t expect perfection. I will say the post prior to this one had the least issues It was also the only one that I was able to do without a dog interrupting me mid-process.
I hope to have another post tomorrow and start catching up on the travel stories and then move on from there. Nash has been adopted so I feel like I can tell his stories now. I have a few more Belle stories (one is already written, just not posted). Lily has a few she wants everyone to know.
I have plans to travel again and actually make this trip, but it will be in the future. I have an idea of what I need to do next and might put it here, or not. We will see.
Stay tuned. Lates. . .
The next day, I went to work and because it was New Year’s Eve, I had a half day. Taking the second half of the day, I went to visit a doctor to get things looked at. He was the doctor that my office used and was a really nice guy, but not too reassuring. He said the wound looked clean, but they would need to get records of the dog to make sure I did not need shots. So now the scariest concept came to pass… Continue reading “The Belle’s, Part III”
I asked Sarah for advice on where to take Belle to the vet. She said she knew a receptionist at a vet in a city that wasn’t that close to me. Because she knew her and I didn’t have anything better to go by, I went there and that became Belle’s doctor. Unfortunately, they were not familiar with snow dogs. Continue reading “The Belle’s, Part II”
The attention whore that is Lily came into my life a year ago today. In the dog circles that I hang with, they call this the Gotcha Day. I anticipated Belle’s failing health and was looking for a new dog. Not as a replacement, but as a companion to keep her company when I was not around. Continue reading “Lily’s Gotcha Day”
Not too long ago, I had two dogs. My first, Belle, and the current one, Lily. Belle was pretty chill, while Lily is a bit of a wild child. Belle, unlike what most think when seeing her name, was short for Labelle. She was named after a line from a Robert W. Service poem: Continue reading “The Belle’s, Part I”