Goodbye October
October has sucked big, purple donkey balls. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays and I have to say that I will not be sorry to see this month pass. I am usually excited to dress up, or dress someone else up, or at the very least scare a few folks. I did Terror Trails, jumped out the shadows to scare a friend, watched the scary movies. I guess my heart just wasn't that into it. This time of year brings bittersweet nostalgia for me anyway. The month started off horribly with the death of my dachsund baby, Captain, and it just never recovered.
Captain Bo Jangles almost made it to his 14th birthday. When I met him in 2001 he was five years old, still a spunky and spry little fellow. I remember seeing him come trotting out of the animal shelter with a big doggy grin on his face. It was love at first sight. I have to admit that I fall for pretty much ANY weenie dog, but there was something special about Captain. He was a stud dog whose curiosity took him out on the town, where he was picked up by the MP Animal Shelter. His previous 'owners' were contacted but decided he had outlived his usefulness to them and they did not want to pay the fee to release him. I was working at the newspaper at the time and the reporter who covered the adoptions for the shelter showed me his picture. Thank you, Casey. We were meant to find each other, I think. He always knew the right time to snuggle, or waddle over and give me that precious doggy grin before he buried himself back in his blanket. Over the years, time took it's toll and Captain's once pristine coat began to tarnish with specks of gray until his face was a completely different color. Captain didn't let his old age stop him, might've slowed him down a bit, but it didn't stop him. He loved his toys and he loved his rawhide and he LOVED his blanket. He would bark when his food bowl was empty, he would bark when his water bowl was empy, he would bark for his toys to be thrown, he would bark to be let back in the house. When he wanted my attention he would bark until he got it! For an eternity, he would bark until I thought he couldn't possibly have any bark left. Then he would bark some more! Until I would FINALLY get up off my lazy bum and get him whatever it was that he wanted. I used to curse that bark. Now, the silence is deafening. The hole Captain left in my heart is slowly being refilled by the countless memories of the love he shared. Goodbye, my Captain.
Goodbye October.
Captain Bo Jangles almost made it to his 14th birthday. When I met him in 2001 he was five years old, still a spunky and spry little fellow. I remember seeing him come trotting out of the animal shelter with a big doggy grin on his face. It was love at first sight. I have to admit that I fall for pretty much ANY weenie dog, but there was something special about Captain. He was a stud dog whose curiosity took him out on the town, where he was picked up by the MP Animal Shelter. His previous 'owners' were contacted but decided he had outlived his usefulness to them and they did not want to pay the fee to release him. I was working at the newspaper at the time and the reporter who covered the adoptions for the shelter showed me his picture. Thank you, Casey. We were meant to find each other, I think. He always knew the right time to snuggle, or waddle over and give me that precious doggy grin before he buried himself back in his blanket. Over the years, time took it's toll and Captain's once pristine coat began to tarnish with specks of gray until his face was a completely different color. Captain didn't let his old age stop him, might've slowed him down a bit, but it didn't stop him. He loved his toys and he loved his rawhide and he LOVED his blanket. He would bark when his food bowl was empty, he would bark when his water bowl was empy, he would bark for his toys to be thrown, he would bark to be let back in the house. When he wanted my attention he would bark until he got it! For an eternity, he would bark until I thought he couldn't possibly have any bark left. Then he would bark some more! Until I would FINALLY get up off my lazy bum and get him whatever it was that he wanted. I used to curse that bark. Now, the silence is deafening. The hole Captain left in my heart is slowly being refilled by the countless memories of the love he shared. Goodbye, my Captain.
Goodbye October.
posted by tanyamoniq @ Saturday, October 31, 2009
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