Chelsea

chelseadog @ 2003-07-17T12:12:00

2003-07-17T16:55:16Z

This journal is closed, though it will not be deleted. It stands as a tribute to my best friend.

Chelsea passed away yesterday, July 16th, 2003, at about 4:10pm EST.

She was twelve years old. She was hyper. She shed a lot. She drooled everywhere. She had little to no obedience training. She was defiant. She was a brat. She loved to play pranks. She thought it was funny to steal food. She hated men. She was the most infuriating thing on this planet...

And she was my best friend; I loved her more than anything else.

It took less than a week for her to go more downhill than any animal I've ever seen (except my first pet, Abbie). The vet said it was a pancreatic tumor, there was no chance of surgery, no chance of survival. But we tried, for her. And she tried for us. It finally got to the point where it wasn't that she wouldn't eat... she -couldn't-. She didn't have the strength left. Perhaps that was the most heart-breaking for me... the fact that my dog loved food so much and here she wouldn't even look at it... and then water. Oh, if there were anything she loved more than food it was water. To see her turn her nose up at that...

For five days, five long days, she held on with tooth and nail... not to survive, not to be strong, not to live... but for us. She held on for me and my father. When she could barely walk, she sat down and stared at my door waiting for my father to come home so she could see him one last time.

It's heart-breaking to put a pet to sleep. It's even more heart-breaking when you have to put your best friend of eleven years to sleep. Worse was knowing that I made her wait an extra eight hours just so I could be with her long enough to say goodbye. That I made her suffer eight more hours than we had originally intended. But she forgave me - as she forgave me in anything I had ever done.

I've never known a car ride to take so long and yet be so short at the same time... and she just laid against me. Which she never did in any car in the entire eleven years I had known her. She kissed me in the room at the vet's office... another thing she never did. She gave dad kisses, but she reserved them for me only once in a great while. Maybe so I could appreciate them that much more when I received one.

When they injected her, it took only a minute. She had given up fighting long ago, and had only held on for two reasons. And now that we had said goodbye, she could give up the struggle and finally rest. The pain and hurting could stop for her. Not for us, but for her.

She taught me many things throughout my life with her. She taught me patience, she taught me how to learn, she taught me responsibility, she taught me true loyalty, she taught me perserverence. She showed me kindness without judgment, loyalty without questioning, listening without pretending to listen. She made me angry, she made me happy, she made me laugh and she made me cry.

I still cry. I feel numb. Losing her was like losing... a part of my soul. My room is quiet. My room is -empty-. She filled such a large space of my room, my heart, my life. I miss her. I miss her breathing, I miss her soft "huffs" of annoyance, I miss the clicking of her jaw when she wanted my attention. I miss the feel of her fur, the cold nose, those beautiful brown eyes. I miss the way her eyebrows moved when she was contemplating something, I miss the loud thumping of her tail, I miss the way her ears would perk up when I spoke to her. I miss her. I miss her more than anything. She was special. She was my best friend. She was my baby.

I hope, wherever she is, she's running free with all the water she could ever want. All the food in the world... her favorite football toy there with her.... and I hope she's waiting for me, for whatever there is at the end of this life. I hope whatever there is, Heaven, Hell, reincarnation, whatever... I hope she's there waiting for me with that huge smile and happy dance she always gave me whenever I appeared.

Love you, Chelsea.

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This journal is closed, though it will not be deleted. It stands as a tribute to my best friend.

Chelsea passed away yesterday, July 16th, 2003, at about 4:10pm EST.

She was twelve years old. She was hyper. She shed a lot. She drooled everywhere. She had little to no obedience training. She was defiant. She was a <i>brat</i>. She loved to play pranks. She thought it was funny to steal food. She hated men. She was the most infuriating thing on this planet...

And she was my best friend; I loved her more than anything else.

It took less than a week for her to go more downhill than any animal I've ever seen (except my first pet, Abbie). The vet said it was a pancreatic tumor, there was no chance of surgery, no chance of survival. But we tried, for her. And she tried for us. It finally got to the point where it wasn't that she wouldn't eat... she -couldn't-. She didn't have the strength left. Perhaps that was the most heart-breaking for me... the fact that my dog loved food so much and here she wouldn't even look at it... and then water. Oh, if there were anything she loved more than food it was water. To see her turn her nose up at that...

For five days, five long days, she held on with tooth and nail... not to survive, not to be strong, not to live... but for us. She held on for me and my father. When she could barely walk, she sat down and stared at my door waiting for my father to come home so she could see him one last time.

It's heart-breaking to put a pet to sleep. It's even more heart-breaking when you have to put your best friend of eleven years to sleep. Worse was knowing that I made her wait an extra eight hours just so I could be with her long enough to say goodbye. That I made her suffer eight more hours than we had originally intended. But she forgave me - as she forgave me in anything I had ever done.

I've never known a car ride to take so long and yet be so short at the same time... and she just laid against me. Which she never did in any car in the entire eleven years I had known her. She kissed me in the room at the vet's office... another thing she never did. She gave dad kisses, but she reserved them for me only once in a great while. Maybe so I could appreciate them that much more when I received one.

When they injected her, it took only a minute. She had given up fighting long ago, and had only held on for two reasons. And now that we had said goodbye, she could give up the struggle and finally rest. The pain and hurting could stop for her. Not for us, but for her.

She taught me many things throughout my life with her. She taught me patience, she taught me how to learn, she taught me responsibility, she taught me true loyalty, she taught me perserverence. She showed me kindness without judgment, loyalty without questioning, listening without pretending to listen. She made me angry, she made me happy, she made me laugh and she made me cry.

I still cry. I feel numb. Losing her was like losing... a part of my soul. My room is quiet. My room is -empty-. She filled such a large space of my room, my heart, my life. I miss her. I miss her breathing, I miss her soft "huffs" of annoyance, I miss the clicking of her jaw when she wanted my attention. I miss the feel of her fur, the cold nose, those beautiful brown eyes. I miss the way her eyebrows moved when she was contemplating something, I miss the loud thumping of her tail, I miss the way her ears would perk up when I spoke to her. I miss <i>her</i>. I miss her more than anything. She was special. She was my best friend. She was my baby.

I hope, wherever she is, she's running free with all the water she could ever want. All the food in the world... her favorite football toy there with her.... and I hope she's waiting for me, for whatever there is at the end of this life. I hope whatever there is, Heaven, Hell, reincarnation, whatever... I hope she's there waiting for me with that huge smile and happy dance she always gave me whenever I appeared.

Love you, Chelsea.

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chelseadog @ 2003-06-10T11:11:00

2003-06-10T15:13:56Z

The Girl came home early.

She keeps saying she will be staying home more often soon. This makes me happy! This means she can type up more updates for me. And I can sleep in her room and drool all over her... :)

chelseadog @ 2003-01-31T21:35:00

2003-02-01T02:25:56Z

I neglected this thing for a long time, didn't I?

Oh well! I was too busy with The Girl to even bother with it. And a moon or two ago there were all these people in the house! I couldn't be bothered with the box! I had to see what they were up to and to protect my Humans. Duty, you know.

The Girl came back today and I am so happy! She even gave me some pizza crusts to munch on! She keeps saying it's the Weeks End. I don't know what that means but she seems happy about it... so I'm happy too! ^.^

And hungry. I should go and beg her for more food. She must have some more food...

chelseadog @ 2003-01-30T23:23:00

2003-01-31T04:22:12Z

I am insane with anger! (The Girl laughs whenever someone says that, but it's true!)

She leaves me every day! I don't know where she goes but she comes back so much later, smelling of dust and other humans. Is She leaving me? She says it's something called Work but I've never heard of that.

I'm being abandoned! I feel so sad. I think I'm going to go and curl up under the bed and I won't come out even when The Girl begs me to!

chelseadog @ 2002-07-25T02:33:00

2002-07-25T06:28:38Z

The loud booming noises from Outside have started again. ;.;

chelseadog @ 2002-07-18T20:21:00

2002-07-19T00:20:26Z

Those small, fast moving things appeared again today. The Black and White One and I went and chased them off! I had to show The Girl that I'm willing to protect her from something even so noisy and scary as one of those.

I was well rewarded by both Daddy and The Girl for chasing them off. I get the feeling that the Humans do not like the noise or the dust that those Things bring with them.

Later I came back in the room and played with The Black and White One. I got chided a few times to remember my size. Why? I am the same size as The Black and White One is, aren't I? After awhile The Girl just let us have our way and we wore each other out.

Napping against the wall sounds like a wonderful plan.

chelseadog @ 2002-07-14T23:26:00

2002-07-15T03:33:50Z

There are Invaders in the Home!

Apparently the Humans have either not realized this or are allowing them to remain. Everytime I try to bark at the Invaders I am immediately shushed. I haven't been able to leave The Girl's room unless it is to be taken to the Outside and then the Invaders are never where I can get to them.

This is frustrating me endlessly. I wish to protect my Humans from these Invaders (especially the big male one) but I am not allowed to. So far no harm has come from this, but I've been on the lookout for anything to happen.

I can tell The Girl and Daddy do not like the Invaders (especially the large male one) being here anymore than I do but they are also powerless to stop it. Maybe they will leave soon...

chelseadog @ 2002-07-11T20:48:00

2002-07-12T00:48:51Z

Daddy yelled at me today. I'm in trouble. I'll go pout in The Girl's room.

chelseadog @ 2002-07-07T17:16:00

2002-07-07T21:14:04Z

The Girl left me again!

First they drug me outside the other night (well, I wanted to go but still...) and there were all these loud noises and large explosions and bright colors. I ended up curled up in The Girls lap, trying to hide.

Then the next day She left! She came back just today, smelling of other animals again. I've taken to full out pouting at the other side of the room. Maybe She'll notice. It's not likely, though. She's sitting in front of that box again.

Humans.

chelseadog @ 2002-07-03T12:53:00

2002-07-03T16:50:20Z

The Girl left me last night! And then She came home smelling of other dogs and animals!Am I being replaced? Does she have another me elsewhere? This troubles me.

I have taken to sleeping next to the door to express my anger. No scrunching close up behind her chair for the next hour!

chelseadog @ 2002-07-01T01:46:00

2002-07-01T05:45:14Z

The loud booming noises from the Outside continued for much longer today! And when I journeyed to the Outside with The Girl it was noted that one of our trees had been hurt. That made me sad! One of the limbs was hanging to the ground...I was not allowed over to comfort it though. I don't know why; maybe I could have made it feel better!

When Daddy took me to the Outside again I noticed that the limb was gone! Oh no! Maybe somebody stole it or they had to amputate it. ;_; Poor tree. Maybe I should go and search for it when Daddy takes me Outside in the morning...

chelseadog @ 2002-06-29T16:17:00

2002-06-29T20:14:39Z

The loud booming noises from the Outside are continuing over from yesterday it seems! Oh, how I wish I could curl up on the bed but I was once again told to get down...

The Girl gave me a hug and cuddled with me for a few moments though. She doesn't like the loud booming noises or the flashes in the sky either. We're more alike than we seem..

Hmph.

2002-06-29T02:35:02Z

The little Black and White Interloper struck again. Rather than let *me* on Her bed The Girl let the other up. I told myself then that I was not speaking to Her.

That, of course, ended when I got lonely when She was asleep. When She and Daddy took me to the Outside again I allowed her a snuggle or two.

...I am weak.

chelseadog @ 2002-06-28T16:10:00

2002-06-28T20:13:01Z

The Girl took me Outside along with the Black and White Interloper and the Midget Interloper. She yelled at me for sticking my entire muzzle under the water in our water bowl. I was thirsty! I get more water that way! But, nevertheless, She yelled. I turned back to my food and ate to appease Her and when I turned back the Black and White Interloper had taken my spot at the water bowl!

It simply reminds one how you should never listen to the Humans. They never know what they're talking about.

Then when I ventured out into the yard to...'do my business' I was constantly being yelled at to hurry up. As well as being deaf I believe The Girl also has a problem with Her own nose. She just doesn't understand. The loud booming noises from the flashes in the Sky were not helping my concentration either.

I just don't understand the Humans most of the time.

chelseadog @ 2002-06-27T22:56:00

2002-06-28T02:53:38Z

The Girl ran me over with Her chair. Have decided that taking up residence at the other side of the room would be much more preferable.

chelseadog @ 2002-06-27T21:57:00

2002-06-28T02:02:54Z

My Girl spends all her time on this big box. I really don't understand why; aren't I cuter than the box? It doesn't even have a tail.

I suppose it's just one of those peculiar things about the Humans. Like when they put on more than one coat of skin. Funny things, they are. Like when they yell at me for simple things like running out of our yard or stealing their sandwiches. Really. It was in the open, I thought it was mine.

I spent my day sleeping. The Girl let me on her bed but then Daddy came in and got mad at me. I was just doing what I was invited to do. Silly Humans. I also ate, drank two bowls full of water and barked at the Noises outside. The Girl yelled at me for that and I let Her. She obviously is quite deaf.

And even now I get those fingers wagging in my face and harsh scolding for the simple fact of me staking my claim on The Girl. That small black and white interloper is always in here, trying to take Her attentions. Hmph. I think I'll just go to sleep, sneakily sprawled out just behind Her chair so that I'll know whenever She moves (for She runs me over).