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 You came to us at Christmas 10 years ago. You were full grown already…and had over grown your breed. We called you "Big Dog" because we already had "Little Dog". My husband (Dad) was putting up Christmas lights with those little plastic gutter hooks…and you were eating them. You had a deep, bleeding gash on your shoulder and you just looked so sad. I couldn’t stand it, and I got you water and a blanket, and you hunkered down on the front porch. After you ate the plastic light holders, I couldn’t stand it and I gave you food. I thought you might replenish yourself and go home. But, you didn’t. Thank God. You stayed, whether we wanted you or not. Little Dog was not happy, but we all adjusted. Eventually. Nevermind that you pooed in the formal living room, even though there was a doggie door so you had access to two acres at all times. Nevermind that you ate everything in sight, especially the other dog’s food. And nevermind that if there was ever a crack of a gate open at any time you would play expert escape artist and go terrorize the other dogs in the neighborhood who weren’t allowed in their own homes and had to live outside…and you would eat their food. And nevermind that you cost us a thousand dollars to get rid of the heart worms that your other, negligent, horrible, family allowed you to get, before they dumped you. Didn’t matter. We loved you. Then your “Mom”, me, was sick too. So we got to go through treatments together. We bonded, when at night I would be sad or scared and you would know it and come find me. Even if you were downstairs and I was upstairs. Even if I was crying quietly. You knew, and you would come and comfort me, even though you were just as sick. You would lay your ears back into what we call "food ears" and hop and jump and bark, doing your "happy dance" until I had to smile. We both got well, thank the Lord. But you never got over being there for me. And you never got over being stubborn beyond reason, insisting on food, wanting to be first and disliking anyone who tried to take more attention than you. We could have left you in Houston when we moved, but we knew how much you would love the snow. And you have. You love it even when it is minus many degrees below zero. You LOVE the snow. You will go and plow your big nose…and head…into the snow drifts and I swear I can see you smile. Laugh even. God you are beautiful with your snow beard and eyebrows. And now you are hacking up blood. You smell the blood and you know…and we know. And to the person who poisoned you, I hope you have the most horrible life ever. But you should know our Betsy is stronger than you or your poison you sorry pieces of ass crap. But she isn’t stronger than cancer. Our time is limited with her, we know that. But we are so glad for the time we have had. I am so thankful God sent me someone to be my girlfriend while I was sick. I am so thankful someone dumped you. Just know, that not all friends upon this earth are bipeds. To some of us, the best and brightest of our companions have been quadropeds. Love you Bets…. Always.  Horoscopes and reports are for entertainment purposes only. | Retrograde Watch | Medical Astrology | Recipes by the Sign | Cheers to Jupiter! | To My Big Dog | Bird/Swine Flu Morphed, Article Written 2005 | Social Work: Not for the Meek of Heart | Saturn into Libra | North & South Node Placement | Jupiter by Sign | Monthly Highlights 2010-2011 | | 2010-2012 Highlights | My Favorite Charities Links | 2009 & 2010 Yearly Horoscopes | | Return Home | Aries | Taurus | Gemini | Cancer | Leo | Virgo | Libra | Scorpio | Sagittarius | Capricorn | Aquarius | Pisces | Article Menu | |
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