Time: 11:31pm
State of Being: *achoo!* sniffly and nasally. oh and i'm developing an annoying cough. yay!
Song lyric in my head:
current desire: to end the bug. I miss breathing normally. breathing's cool.
where am I?: in the bedroom on the bed
what's that noise?: Russ sleeping next to me
24. What is your favourite animal and why?
This is really hard. I'm a lover of all animals (unless it has antennae and 6 legs). Growing up, my favorite animals were cats. I LOVED cats. Still do. Cats are soft, cuddly, and independent. They can play and be loving when they want, but they can also take care of themselves if they feel like it.
 I had a cat named Munchy. My dad and I got her when she was a kitten when I was 4 years old. She ended up passing away when i was 22. I really miss her. I remember the last day I spent with her. I had to drive back up to GA. (I was visiting my dad for the weekend in FL). And I just had this feeling. I just KNEW it would be the last time I would see her. She was getting old, very lethargic, and not eating much at all. She had a giant lump on her side that was steadily growing larger. My dad wanted to get it checked out. I sat with her on the couch forever and just petted her. She loved her ears scratched. She loved being scratched under the chin. I finally convinced myself to get up and get going. I had a 9+ hour drive ahead of me and it was already afternoon. I drove up to GA. I picked up my then boyfriend, Trey and brought him back to my apartment where I lived with my friend, Christina. My dad called me that night to tell me he was bringing Munchy to the emergency vet. He had to choose to remove the tumor or put her down right then and there. My dad chose to remove the tumor. She was fine for about a minute and gobbled up a whole bowl of food like she used to. But suddenly just got very sleepy. I'm not sure the whole story, but there was another choice, and my dad chose to put her down. I got a phone call at about 2am. I remember screaming. It was the first time I experienced a pet dying.
So I think my favorite animal may still be a cat, but I've grown fond of dogs too. lol I mean I've always loved dogs, but to call them a favorite I'm not sure. I think the only thing that kept them from the favorites list would be all the slobber. Dog slobber=gross. lol
Then Russ and I got Patches. We had Patches for I want to say four or five years. He was a huge mutt with lots of slobber. lol. But he was so happy. and SO loving. I miss him. I was actually thinking about him last night before falling asleep. I started crying. Patches passed away about year and a half ago. It was a week after Russ and I got back from our honeymoon. Patches was lying on the floor and just started panting really bad. So bad that Russ and I had to take him to the Animal ER. (it was about the middle of the night) They checked him out and told us he had gout. It's common in big dogs. The stomach flips itself for no reason. The surgery to fix it is REALLY expensive and not guaranteed to heal. So we had to make a choice. I remember the vet leaving the room and Russ and I sitting in those chairs. All I can remember saying to him is "I'm freaking out. I'm freaking out. I'm freaking out." Because I was feeling a panic attack coming on. Of course I was pretty much balling at that time. They eventually brought in Patches. I had just given him a bath that day or the day before, and he was so soft and so fluffy. I just sat there on the ground with his head in my lap (he was HUGE lol) and just petted him. I refused to get up and go anywhere. I couldn't bring myself to. Russ was crying too, and because he's my rock, he finally convinced me to get up and go. They gave us the option to watch the euthanizing, but Russ told me it probably wasn't a good idea. And I'm glad I didn't. The last picture in my head of my Patches is his head lying in my lap.
I'm sorry this turned into such a depressing entry. It wasn't meant to be.
So we have a cat now named Kitty. I got Kitty about the same time I met Russ. She belonged to an old friend who's wife was having a baby and didn't want the cat around. I kind of don't blame her. Kitty can be a bitch. lol. But I love my big fluff ball of love. She's mellowed out throughout the years. She's big, black, fat, and fluffy.
We had a dog named Beau for about... three or four months. He belonged to Russ' niece who couldn't take care of him. He was CRAZY. barked at EVERYTHING and EVERYBODY. A crazy 'i'm going to kill you' bark. He loved us though and was completely sweet to us. Not to make this more depressing, but he ended up being sick. He had bone cancer in his face that was just growing. Beau lived to be one year and one month.
We got Beau about six months after Patches died. I wasn't sure I wanted another dog, because I was afraid of getting attached. (go figure). But Beau was VERY loved and VERY spoiled. Just like all our pets. We was big, but not as big as Patches. I think he was part golden retriever.
Now we have Lil Bit. We got Lil Bit from one of my very best friends ever, Jilly. She has two very rambunctious boys. One's four and the other's a toddler. Lil Bit is a tiny teacup chihuahua who's terrified of a lot. Two boys who's definition of playing didn't mesh well with the Bit. So Lil Bit is now ours. We've had her for about.. maybe six months now. And we love her. She's totally part of the family. Plus the amount of slobber is pretty much null.
okay I'm just babbling. I could talk about my pets all day. lol
So I love dogs, because they are loving, playful, and loyal.
oh and I love dolphins and chimps. Dolphins are BEAUTIFUL, and chimps are...chimps.. who doesn't love chimps?
peace!
-mel-
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