Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Marley is Gone

Every night I try to read 1-2 chapters of a book. Actually, I did this for awhile then stopped... but the honeymoon book extravaganza (I read 6 books in 10 days) jump started my desire to read again. I just finished reading Marley & Me. I had only intended to read 2 chapters but I was so close to the end and the 2nd chapter you could tell Marley was close to death.

I.BAWLED.MY.EYES.OUT. My god, this book destroyed me. I know it seems strange to recommend a book after proclaiming that I sobbed for a half hour but you must read it. READ IT. I started to get weepy after reading about how Marley was getting older and it sounded like Petie.

My dog, Petie, is 10 years old. We adopted him and Emily through The Dachshund Rescue of North America about 2 years ago. They are a "bonded" pair which meant we had to adopt them together. They weren't abused or anything but their family fell on hard times and it was too difficult for them to take care of 2 dogs. Lucky for us because we really love these dogs even though they've torn up the drywall on the kitchen wall, peed and pooped everywhere and vomited on our comforter. We still love them.

Anywho - Petie is losing some steam. When we first bought him, he was full of zip. He still is to some extent and is often confused as being a puppy but we've noticed a considerable drop in energy from him. He's no longer pulling us on a walk (unless there's a squirrel... then watch out!), he's dragging behind. He's gone very grey in the face and you can see that his eyes are starting to glaze over so he can't see as well. Its heartbreaking, really.

Emily, our other dog, is only 5 years old. While she is no spring chicken either - we know she'll be around much longer after Petie. We're concerned about what will happen when Petie dies. Oh god - I get a little teary just thinking about it! Well, we came up with a plan to get a puppy sometime soon (although it may be difficult in a small rowhome with no yard). I was perusing the list of available dachshunds and saw this little guy:

How freaking cute! She's a pug/dachshund mix. I'm pretty sure we'd get denied the adoption only because one of their requirements for her is that the owner not be gone all day. Booooo...

And then I read about "senior" doxies and started to feel so bad especially when I came across this guy:

Dexter is also 10 and he was picked up by the rescue because his owner died! Ack! I want both dogs and The Mr. thinks I'm crazy. Don't they just tug at your heartstrings?

3 comments:

willikat said...

i don't know if i could read that book... i still cry just thinking of where the red fern grows. i totally would want both of those dogs too. we adopted molly in january, and she's 8, but she's a midsize dog so she should have some zip for a few more years. but my heart goes out to the saddest cases, the puppy mill victims, the ones missing an eye from a street fight... it's ridiculous, really. so yes, i feel your dog fever pain.

Anonymous said...

I told you!! And that puppy is precious...get it!

Eludius said...

Those damn animal adoption agencies are run by a group of freaks. We wanted to adopt a small dog when we first got married but were denied because we lived in a condo (with a huge open space area behind us!) and because we worked. I think they limit adoptions to unemployed pot smokers who live on farms.