Closing a Chapter~
Before I close this chapter of our little guy’s life, will you pardon me while I ramble on about my memories of Beezer? We put our little boy to sleep a week ago. It was a terrible shock because he seemed fine the day before, but he woke unable to walk, and moved his head strangely. As the morning progressed, he quit walking at all, and tilted his head at an unusual angle.
The vet broke it to us kindly that he had a brain tumor. His eyes were even moving different directions. Though it was a hard decision, because we were unprepared, we couldn’t stand to see him suffer. The vet said it was a final act of love to put him to sleep. So we stayed, caressing him the whole while and crying our eyes out.
When you lose a special pet, it leaves an empty hole. Most of us who have pets have gone through this at some point. I have said goodbye to many over the years. There are always some who hold that special place in your heart.
Beezer was a Maltese rescue who came to us as “Snoopy,” but I changed that immediately. He became “BeeBee,” which soon evolved into “Beezer.” People always thought he was a “she.” We were told he was about 5, but the vet said it was more like 10, judging from his teeth. People often asked how old he was, but we didn’t know. I would guess close to 20 in his final days, give or take. Whatever he was, he had a lot of life for a little old man that was our little boy.
Beezer was very fearful and timid in those early days. He stood just out of reach even though we beckoned sweetly with love and friendliness. When approached, he would either move out of range, or he lay on his back and squirted. He got over the squirting, but it took a long time to get over his innate fears. 10 years! I was never sure if his quirks were related to his breed, or were the result of his being abused or neglected. So many fears!
What I Taught Him~
I marveled that Beezer had no idea how to climb stairs, so I taught him that. When he arrived he was wearing a diaper, and I took that off and taught him how to go to the bathroom on paper. In his last year, we encouraged him to go outside to pee, and he was getting better about letting us know when he had to go. I broke him from his hand-licking habit. We taught him to “speak” for his food and treats. We were in the process of teaching him to “speak” to come in the front door. Beezer was no dummy.
He was good friends with our cat, and the two of them sat companionably in front of the glass front door.
Occasionally “Alvie” would get in his space, and Beezer growled being “big tough dog”. Unfortunately, Beezer wasn’t a watch dog at all.
I learned to groom him myself, cut his toenails, and dressed him in little suits.
Maybe I sound neurotic or something, but I never had kids, so I guess he was my baby. I loved him, and we both miss him terribly. Somehow though, I know he thanks us for letting him go.
Opening a New Chapter~
Fast forward a week, and now we have another dog. I believe in transitioning quickly, and knowing hubby as I do, it’s best to strike while the iron is hot. He was already making noises about not rushing into anything.
- We decided we didn’t want another Maltese
- We didn’t want one as old as Beezer apparently was.
- We didn’t want one that went to the bathroom on paper
- We didn’t want a small dog always underfoot like Beezer was.
Putting the Word Out~
I put a notice out on “Next Door,” an online neighborhood community that I was looking for a lab/pit bull mix. Within minutes, I had an overwhelming response from people wanting to either give me their dogs or suggesting I go to the Humane Society. Overwhelmed was an understatement! As a cat and dog-lover, I would love to take them all. Our Humane Society recently got in a truckload of dogs from Houston as a result of Hurricane Harvey.
So we open a new chapter in our lives with “Leo.” He’s about a year old (did we jump from the frying pan into the fire, or what?). I’m watching youtube videos on how to train a dog, even though I trained the one we had before Beezer. If the dog is smart, that’s half the battle. Leo has a lot of energy, and I’m beginning to wonder if WE have enough energy to keep him adequately exercised! May I tell you we’ve walked him up and down the street more times in these last few days, than I’ve walked a year in my neighborhood? So I guess one good thing, he’s gotten me off my butt.
- He’s part white lab (I’ve always wanted a white lab),
- and part pit bull.
- He’s housebroken (Yay!!!)
- He’s smart and already knows “sit, stay, & shake.”
- He’s even-tempered with a sweet disposition.
- He rides well in the car, and enjoys toys.
- He’s supposed to get along with cats.
- He doesn’t get on the furniture.
- He’s a good watch dog.
- He walks pretty well on a leash
One of our cats has already slapped him, boxed his ears thoroughly, and charged him. So if we can just communicate it to the other cat, we’ll be in business.
I’m liking Leo, but total bonding has not yet occurred. I still miss the little Beezer. But ask me in another few days, and I’ll be totally sold.
- Maybe next week I can get out of the funk I’ve been in.
- Maybe next week I can get my inspiration back…
- Maybe next week I can get my creativity back…
- Maybe next week I can get my motivation back…
- And maybe next week I can get my DIY back…I could even show you my latest pallet wood project.
- Maybe next week……