Goodbye Jezebel.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Not that any of you met her, but I had the most amazing dog. I had to have her put down today. It was time, heck, it was past time. But for the first time in 16 years, I don’t have a shadow.

I found her abandoned, starved and abused. She spent all of her life having food and water available to her at all times. She went to college with me. She was terribly shy and always the under dog. She was raised with a golden retriever who got all the attention, then a greyhound, then an italian greyhound. She was always the shy mutt that no one noticed. Except me.

She was gentle, smart and polite. She had exquisite manners. She lived the country life, apartment life and suburban life. She had her fair share of soft blankies, table scraps and chew hooves.

She outlived two other dogs that we thought would outlive her. She taught me how to be a better mom.

And she’s gone. And I know it was for the best. I know she isn’t suffering any more. But I miss my mamma’s girl.

Hug your pets/kids/family today. Give your dog an extra special scratching for Jezzie.

I’m a raging atheist, and if there was ever a dog that could inspire a doggie heaven, it was her.

I no longer have a 80lb neurotic hound dog in desperate need of therapy and a sense of humor.

I’ve lost my shadow.

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That’s sad. I’m sorry to hear that. If she had to suffer at all, she certainly doesn’t have to anymore.

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I am sorry for your loss, and am giving the fuzzbutts extra scritches in honor of Jezebel.

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I’m so sorry for your loss Auntbeast. Big hug going out to you, and extra tummy rubs for my beasts tonight in honor of your shadow.

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I am so sorry for your loss. You were a good mom.
Isn’t it amazing the things our four legged children teach us?

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I’m so sorry for your loss, you were such a good friend to her.

I will be giving the fuzzbutts extra cuddles and fuss tonight in her honour.

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You may not believe in a higher power, but Jezebel did. She shadowed it, and found her own kind of salvation.

Sailboat

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Today sucks. I’m left with her food bowls, blankets and collar.

After I spent an hour in the rain with a steak, trying to catch her. She was convinced I rocked. She never really trusted anyone but me, even after 13 years of being with my husband, I was the only one she would go outside for. She only ate when I was home.

Puppy kisses and butt scratches.

We once tried to see if there was an upper limit to the butt scratching she got. She wore out both my husbands arms and both mine and was still ready for more.

If you gave her a treat, whether she wanted it or not, she would take it gently from your hand. She was too polite to turn it down, but would just take it and set it on the ground.

She was a big enough dog to eat most folks. Her heritage was being a hog dog. When I moved to Tampa, the apartment complex I moved to was being plagued by white women being mugged. I was working nights and riding a motorcycle. If anyone came near my apartment she would bark like she was going to come through the door. I’m certain she is the reason I never got mugged.

We have a friend that she inexplicably liked. He came to our door that had windows on it. She scared the daylights out of him, he went and sat in his car until we came out. When we opened the door, she was as nice as ever to him.

She was raised with a very dumb golden retriever. She would get so fed up with the constant playing of catch, if you threw the ball, she’d run after it, stop about halfway, wait for Simon to get the ball, kick his butt, take the ball and bury it under the azalea bushes. She learned a million tricks, but she flat out REFUSED to play fetch.

I’m being a sentimental old fool. I know it. I’m sorry. I’m trying to remember her good times. Her last year wasn’t much fun. And her last week sucked. But the years in between rocked.

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I am sorry for your loss.

Extra hugs for my pooch tonight. We will be thinking of you and yours.

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I’m so sorry to hear that. She’ll be watching over you.

My baby will get some extra love later as well.

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Auntbeast, there is always room for doggie stories. Write them down - tell them now - and let them help to wash the memories of the last not-so-good year out of your mind.

If you feel up to it, I’m sure your local shelter could use the food bowls and blankets.

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Jezebel was a Very Good Dog. I am so sorry for your loss. You gave her a lot of good years though, and it sounds like she knew it!

When my horse passed away I planted a Peppermint plant for her. I chose it because she liked peppermints the mostest, and peppermint plants become a pain in the ass if you don’t keep tabs on them, just like her. :slight_smile:

Now, I know hooves don’t grow on trees, but maybe there is some plant that you could place in her memory. I like to look at living things when I am remembering the departed…

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I’m so sorry about Jezebel. :frowning: You’re not being a sentimental old fool. It helps to share the happy memories. Keep writing about her.

All of my doggies will get extra special hugs and scritches tonight, in honor of Jezebel.

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:frowning: So very sorry, Auntbeast.

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I’m so sorry about Jezebel, but she was so lucky to have had you–and it sounds like you were lucky to have her. Dogs are love, with paws.

You did the kindest thing and the hardest thing to do; you gave her a good death to go along with her good life.

I will give my dog extra hugs tonight too in memory of Jezebel, the good dog.

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I’m sorry your Jezebel is gone, but she had a good life with you, just as you had the good fortune of meeting her.

Losing a family member sure sucks though. :frowning:

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My cat Jezebel died a couple of months ago. I can truly sympathize. I get my dog back tomorrow, and I will give her a lot of extra love for both our Jezebel’s. And a special butt-scratch just for yours…