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Xena died.
17 years ago
Ok, not the tv show chick (which I never watched).
My landlord's dog. Big rottweiler, something like 12 or 13 years old. Busted hip, tumor, OLD. She was a nice dog for the 3 months that I've known her. Didn't move around too much, but there was a noticeable steady decline.
This was my morning.
I wake up, throw a robe on, get ready for some mornin' pornin'. And I hear the dogs (there are 3...were) barking, and some voices real closeby. I look out the window slyly, and see a policeman looking at the dogs. There's another man, and I hear the cop say, "Did you call this in?" Immediately I'm thinking somebody's complaining about the other not-so-old Rottweiler (Bebe). My mind is thinking 'dangerous dog' complaint...or noise or something.
But at this point, I was thinking the landlord was there with them. So I ignored it, and went back to the pornin'.
A couple minutes later, I hear our gate swing open, and there's a loud knock on OUR door. If you recall, our house is only one room. So that knock came from only 15 feet away. Here I am at the computer, browsing FA, BLAZIN' (which made the whole situation 10 times crazier), and I gotta answer the door.
After everything is sufficiently closed, I open the door, to see the policeman, asking where the landlord is. SHIT, he wasn't out there. Why did he need to know? The neighbors called in that their dog was lying down dead in the yard. 3 instantaneous feelings/thoughts. "PLEASE DON'T PICK UP THE SCENT!" "PHEW, no law problems with the dogs" and "Awww, the poor thing."
Of course I didn't have the number for the landlord, so I had to call Punch. He gave me the number while I got dressed. No answer from Vincent (the landlord). Left message. Call Punch again for his work number. Now I'm outside with the policeman, dressed. Punch gives me the number and I repeat it aloud for the policeman to hear. After the phonecall the policeman asked if it was my girlfriend. HAHA, I'm a terrible liar, so I totally said, "Well, boyfriend actually." HOLY SHIT! But he just said, "Oh, ok, gotcha, no offense meant." Cool, cool. I offered to cover the dog with a rug that was hanging on the fence, until Vincent could get home.
I go over and sure enough, that dog's not movin', surrounded by flies. As I told the policeman, "She was definitely alive yesterday." So it was quite a hit to me all of a sudden. I've never actually been in the presence of a dead animal, other than the dissection table in school. Which was weird at first too, but I didn't know them alive. Such a trip.
Cop leaves, and I comfort the other 2 dogs for a minute. I gave them some extra treats, and a good petting. Then I figured there wasn't more I could do until Vincent got home. He doesn't get off til 5pm (this was around 1 pm now). So what did I do then? GOT BACK TO THE PORNIN'!!
A few more minutes go by. Gate swings open AGAIN! And another knock. DAMNIT! So I close everything again, and go answer the door. This time it's Vincent. Ah, ok, gotta take care of the dog now.
So I tell him the story and what-not, and help him put her in the truck to take to the vet (they'll cremate them, or something...). So now, I'm not only in the presence of dead Xena. I'm actually LIFTING her by her legs and setting her on a blanket to wrap up in. We set her down in the wrong direction TWICE so we had to move her again. Finally we got her in the truck, and Vincent and I chat for a bit. This whole time he's looking at me all funny. I know he does that anyway, and I tend to be all fidgetty and nervous when talking to people. But I'm freakin' out inside thinking he's gonna ask me about the "blazin'" that I mentioned earlier. He never did. THANK GOD!
Finally he leaves, and I FINALLY got to my pornin'. But now...I feel all sorts of weird. My mind is all over the place with this Xena dying thing. So much so that I actually was compelled to write this journal about it. I was supposed to do other things today, like clean out my car and put away the laundry. But now I just wanna sit. And I'm supposed to go to work in 2 hours. Bleh...
Anyway, if you read this far...I think I need hugs.
My landlord's dog. Big rottweiler, something like 12 or 13 years old. Busted hip, tumor, OLD. She was a nice dog for the 3 months that I've known her. Didn't move around too much, but there was a noticeable steady decline.
This was my morning.
I wake up, throw a robe on, get ready for some mornin' pornin'. And I hear the dogs (there are 3...were) barking, and some voices real closeby. I look out the window slyly, and see a policeman looking at the dogs. There's another man, and I hear the cop say, "Did you call this in?" Immediately I'm thinking somebody's complaining about the other not-so-old Rottweiler (Bebe). My mind is thinking 'dangerous dog' complaint...or noise or something.
But at this point, I was thinking the landlord was there with them. So I ignored it, and went back to the pornin'.
A couple minutes later, I hear our gate swing open, and there's a loud knock on OUR door. If you recall, our house is only one room. So that knock came from only 15 feet away. Here I am at the computer, browsing FA, BLAZIN' (which made the whole situation 10 times crazier), and I gotta answer the door.
After everything is sufficiently closed, I open the door, to see the policeman, asking where the landlord is. SHIT, he wasn't out there. Why did he need to know? The neighbors called in that their dog was lying down dead in the yard. 3 instantaneous feelings/thoughts. "PLEASE DON'T PICK UP THE SCENT!" "PHEW, no law problems with the dogs" and "Awww, the poor thing."
Of course I didn't have the number for the landlord, so I had to call Punch. He gave me the number while I got dressed. No answer from Vincent (the landlord). Left message. Call Punch again for his work number. Now I'm outside with the policeman, dressed. Punch gives me the number and I repeat it aloud for the policeman to hear. After the phonecall the policeman asked if it was my girlfriend. HAHA, I'm a terrible liar, so I totally said, "Well, boyfriend actually." HOLY SHIT! But he just said, "Oh, ok, gotcha, no offense meant." Cool, cool. I offered to cover the dog with a rug that was hanging on the fence, until Vincent could get home.
I go over and sure enough, that dog's not movin', surrounded by flies. As I told the policeman, "She was definitely alive yesterday." So it was quite a hit to me all of a sudden. I've never actually been in the presence of a dead animal, other than the dissection table in school. Which was weird at first too, but I didn't know them alive. Such a trip.
Cop leaves, and I comfort the other 2 dogs for a minute. I gave them some extra treats, and a good petting. Then I figured there wasn't more I could do until Vincent got home. He doesn't get off til 5pm (this was around 1 pm now). So what did I do then? GOT BACK TO THE PORNIN'!!
A few more minutes go by. Gate swings open AGAIN! And another knock. DAMNIT! So I close everything again, and go answer the door. This time it's Vincent. Ah, ok, gotta take care of the dog now.
So I tell him the story and what-not, and help him put her in the truck to take to the vet (they'll cremate them, or something...). So now, I'm not only in the presence of dead Xena. I'm actually LIFTING her by her legs and setting her on a blanket to wrap up in. We set her down in the wrong direction TWICE so we had to move her again. Finally we got her in the truck, and Vincent and I chat for a bit. This whole time he's looking at me all funny. I know he does that anyway, and I tend to be all fidgetty and nervous when talking to people. But I'm freakin' out inside thinking he's gonna ask me about the "blazin'" that I mentioned earlier. He never did. THANK GOD!
Finally he leaves, and I FINALLY got to my pornin'. But now...I feel all sorts of weird. My mind is all over the place with this Xena dying thing. So much so that I actually was compelled to write this journal about it. I was supposed to do other things today, like clean out my car and put away the laundry. But now I just wanna sit. And I'm supposed to go to work in 2 hours. Bleh...
Anyway, if you read this far...I think I need hugs.
but yea...
thats sucks about the dog.
Yeah, had me in knots for a while.
Interesting words. *ponders*
XP I have a similar story about being in the presence of a dead animal. Except I wasn't completely aware that one of my cats was dead until my father told me (I assumed she was at the vet, we heard weird sounds coming from her). I was in the sunroom for a good while oblivious to the fact that her dead body was nearby. XD
It's crazy, I've had pets die before, and it's been tough knowing they're gone. But the big dead thing right in front of me, when I just said hi to her yesterday...it was crazy, and took a minute to really hit.
It's tough when death intrudes into everyday life...
Kev
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Yup, mostly poking fun at it interupting my porn (was true), but not 'really' upset by that. Wasn't her fault after all.
But yeah, really knocked me off my day for a while.
i was thinking Lucy Lawless, and was deeply saddened cause she's on BSG now...
Im sorry
*hugs you tightly*
*big hugs back* Thanks buddy.