If you're familiar with Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail (a personal and family favorite) this is probably my favorite scene. Of course that changes by the minute.If you're not familiar, well then, I'm sorry and you should fix that tonight. If not sooner.
Scene: medieval street. Corpses and indigent line the cobblestone paths. A dirty, haggared man pulls a wooden cart pulled high with bodies. He rings a bell, stoicly shouting "bring out yer dead. Bring out yer dead." When he stops, another man approaches with what appears to be a not dead person flung over his shoulder. A conversation issues about the deadness of said person, when in an old, small voice calls out, "I'm not quite dead yet!". The debate continues all the while the susposed dead man contests the state of his mortality. It doesn't end well for the old man, and he end up knocked out in the cart. Hmm. That reads quite callus,but I promise, on film and in the hands of The Pythons it's brilliant and endlessly funny.
Well, that's a long way to get to Dutch is still here.
I swear, he heard us on the phone with the vet, crying and planning for the end when he said,"Oh hell, they're pretty serious about this. Better pull it together, Dutch or you'll be on the way to that Rainbow Bridge Woman always talks about!".
Within an hour of the call he was drinking water. Within 12 hours he was eating food,er sort of. More like eating mini Jumbones and turkey meatballs, but he was keeping food down. "Nope, not quite dead yet,Woman."
Good, Dutch. Very, very good.
Dutch is dying. Just writing those words and my eyes flood with tears. Yes, I've known this was the expected result, but Dutch being Dutch, he's exceeded expectations so I think I must have convinced myself he was willing himself to get better; that love and the sheer force of my own will for him to live was repairing the damage done to...
I spent all afternoon outside with the pup. While not up to his typical, hands-on, nose in it all, supervisor role he did keep an eye on all activity from his bed. He closed his eyes only in the walk-by belly rubs and mini puppy massages. Knowing now that he's sick makes activities like tree pruning completely bittersweet. I am so grateful to...
In October 2003 Sir Dutch Pigglesworth Kalashian (Dutch) came into our home. He brought love, laughter, sometimes frustration, and always fur and drool. On February 24, 2012 Dutch was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and degenerative joint disease. I had never been so sad. This blog is how I am coping with losing my very best friend. In October 2003 Sir Dutch Pigglesworth...
