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What we already knew: Dogs have human like feelings.
Our dog Sheena is a Cocker Spaniel mix. She was born with a heart defect that is common to Cocker Spaniels, and has lived her 12 years with this defect. It has finally caught up to her however, and her heart has become enlarged, slowly getting weaker day by day.
Our beloved dog, Sheena, is dying.
In the words of our veterinarian, "Every day is a gift".
She is still happy, rolling in the snow, greeting us by wagging her tail so hard we think it might actually pop off and fly across the room, teaching our other dog and our cat who is the boss.
Recently we went to her veterinarian appointment to view x-rays of how enlarged her heart has become. Her abdomen has filled with fluid making her look fat, so we have started calling her "Tootsie Pop". She is brown, round, and sweet.
The doctor was sure to let us know, again, that each day we spend with her is a gift, that the heart could give at any time.
Upon hearing this, my 11 year old says: "Want to know one thing that is good about her heart being so big? There is more room in there for us."
I think I have something in my eye.
There was a neighborhood cat our friends across the street called "Baby". They were teaching her about the house so to be able to bring her in during the winter. De-clawed, spayed, left outside by her owner who didn’t want her anymore.
Today, one of the arrogant Titusville elite was doing about 50mph in our 25mph neighborhood, and hit Baby. A blow to the head that popped her eyeball out into the street. Baby, whom we were petting last night, tried to meow during the 15 minutes of agonizing, twitching pain it took her to die. Our neighbors and I rushed her to the vet, still twitching in the box, covered in blood, as my daughter cried.
It was too late.
The driver? Too in a hurry, too arrogant, too stupid, or too worried about his/herself to stop. Probably on the phone. Just kept on speeding away.
There are MANY children in this neighborhood. There are two new little toddlers one house over across the street. This could have just as easily been one of them.
You are nothing. A lowlife, puff chested Peacock. Until you have compassion, respect for the law, our community and things around you, you will be looked down upon, whispered about, and despised. Sad that you won’t notice or care how people really think about you, as long as you can continue to put on airs and show people how much you matter in Titusville, how important you think you are.
You, and others like you, people that speed in our streets, park the wrong way, feel that you always have the right to go first, law or decency be damned, you have ruined this beautiful community. More so than the meth users and drug addicts that have appeared in recent years.
Perched on the telephone pole out back by our garage.
Camera shy. Perched on her handler’s arm.
Look at this profile. They are even more intensely regal and beautiful close up.
She was a bit ruffled by our little Salvadore Doggie. She probably thought little Sal was a fat juicy little rat. I think he weighs a pound soaking wet.