Posts Tagged ‘pets’

Pets

May 19, 2008

May 19, 2008; I will miss my sister’s 3 pets: Cody, her Australian shepherd dog and Milo and Grayloh, her two cats. Grayloh has been my companion. He was there when I finished my screenplay. And I used to play with him when he was a little cat.

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My Cat’s Help

March 3, 2008

March 3, 2008: During this very difficult time in my life, I take comfort in my little cat. I hold her in my arms and she purrs. Lauchita is the greatest thing that I have right now–the only good thing in my life. I am not living alone at the moment, but Lauchita is my comfort and my friend, my only comfort, my only friend.

Today

February 3, 2008

Sunday, February 3, 2008: I look at the pictures of Rubio and me taken over 6 years ago and I wonder. We were very happy. He was very happy when we took those long walks down to the river. Rubio’s doggie face was smiling, and he looked at the other dogs as we went from block to block. Just before we got to the river, there was time to enjoy the park. We’d sit on the grass and pretend part of it belonged to us.

The Day

January 9, 2008

January 9, 2008: January 9, 2007, Argentina: Tuesday morning just before 7. I called someone to come and get you, Rubio. You were very ill and would not be getting better. I was told by your vet that it was inhuman of me to prolong your life. When they came, I asked them to wrap you in a yellow bed sheet. I didn’t want the building super to see you like that, ill, too ill to walk. I will never forgive him for being so mean to you.
Since I could not go with them in the same car, I called a cab and followed you to your final destination. The Vicente Lopez dog pound people placed you gently on the floor. I looked at you and could not believe what was happening. Kneeling down, I asked you to forgive me. When the guy came with the needle, I almost told him not to, that I had changed my mind. But you would never be the same Rubio I had loved for almost 8 years. He stuck the needle in your left front paw. Nothing. Then he called the director of the pound and she tried a little harder. I cried inside. You were like a great big lion, a brave lion whose life was no more. I caressed you and said goodbye. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to leave you. They wrapped you with the rest of the sheet and a guard stood by the door. I went back to the apt.

Homeless Tigre Dogs

January 6, 2008

Sunday, January 6, 2008: What are the Tigre dogs doing this afternoon? How many more have been dumped since the last time I went to see them, a little over a month ago? I cannot believe it. I want to help all of them and I can’t. No, I am not indispensible, but I know from experience that very few people care about them, about the vulnerable and helpless.

Chiquito Again

December 25, 2007

December 25, 2007: Yes, I still miss my little Pekingese dog. What kind of Christmas is he spending in Argentina? Is my neighbor taking him for long walks? If she is, I bet they are not as aristocratic as ours used to be. I wish Chiquito were here with me right now, keeping me company, spending time with me. He’d have a good time in Norfolk, VA.

Memory Loss

November 30, 2007

Friday, November 30, 2007: Last night I went to see Leo, my former dog. He looked at me and did not recognize me. His new owner urged him to be nice to me, to kiss me like he used to, but it was no good. I was history. The guy slept on my bed, was jealous of my little girl cat and now he does not know who I am–or was. Maybe their memory is not as long as ours–the people who owned and took care of them. We remember them long after they leave us, but they do not always return the favor.

My dog Rubio missed me a lot when I had to leave him in the care of others, but the last people–those are the ones he fell in love with. And then they dumped him. It was very sad for him because he would drag me back to their house. He´d smell their car, the car tires, the front door. That was heartbreaking for him–and me.

Rubio´s Story

October 3, 2007

September 28, 2007: Rubio was my dog and his story is a long and hard one. He was a German shepherd mix. The most protective dog I have ever known.