i'm sorry if this is too big,, i know someone can downsize it if they feel like it,,
this is a little story from my trip down south,, and a little dog that stole my heart,,
I DID REALIZE, MY DEAR LITTLE MISS WEEZY
You were one of many,, in a crate or cage,, never having enough human contact
Your food dish untouched,, your left rear leg never touching the floor
You were one of many of my little four legged charges,, never enough time to clean, feed, walk, touch and talk to
You were the patient one,, my little bug eyed angel
You never whined, barked, whimpered, you just waited, patiently, for me to remember you, I now realize that
You were always last, as you were a small one,, never needing much cage cleaning,
I never realized that you weren’t eating all your food , or that your leg could be causing you immense pain, you never indicated such
I would tuck you under my arm, and take you out into the sun, for a while to sit on the grass, and smell the fresh air,
I didn’t realize your injury was three weeks old, and never tended to
I didn’t realize you were on no antibiotics or pain meds
I didn’t realize much, I am ashamed to admit, I realize too late
I did realize you were the patient one, knowing I would address your needs when all the other more vocal ones had been tended to, for however brief the moments were
That last nite there, I did realize your body felt unusually hot as I picked you up for your bed time potty
The thermometer registered 104.8,, about 2 ½ degrees too high, I did realize that
I found the penicillin, gave you the cold injection in your muscle, I realized you didn’t even flinch, you just looked at me with those trusting bug eyes
I realized your temperature did go down almost two degrees in one hour after the antibiotic, and you finally did enjoy your food
I realized that you were showing more enthusiasm when you saw me,, that little tail wagging,, but still , never a peep
As we were loading up to leave, I realized I couldn’t leave you there, as no one ever showed an interest in a little bug eyed dog with three good legs and a terrible underbite
I realized on the two day trip home that you were most comfortable snuggled in my arms
I realized you weren’t eating or drinking much, but the antibiotic injections should help
Home was two days away, we would get you there, and get you proper medical attention
That nite at the motel, I realized you showed energy on your walks, you hopped off my bed, you snuggled deeply under the covers next to me, and I savored those moments of affection, looking forward to more moments like that
I realized as we got closer to home, that you were not feeling well, but you sure did hop across the lawn to get to me on a potty break, I realized you wanted to be with me
Our first nite at your new home, I realized your belly was in more distress, and your bowel movements were becoming looser
I had intended for you to sleep between your new daddy and me, but I realized that might not be comfortable for you, as you knew when you had to potty
We kept you in a large crate in the laundry room, with your own little red doggy sweater on to help keep you warm
In the middle of the night, I realized your breathing was also becoming more labored, and your lungs were developing a rattle, I gave you several breaths of my inhaler, hoping it would help those tiny lungs
Again, you never flinched as I gave you fluids under your skin to help you with your dehydration. You just kept tearing at my soul with those bug eyes
This morning, I realized you had developed more breathing problems, and your stools had also turned bloody and runny. The appointment for the vet was already made, I just kept looking at the clock, wanting to get you there.
I realize you were 30% under weight, but with the TLC I had to give, I knew you would come around and flourish. After all, this had been the situation with me so many times in the past. I had never lost a little pup before.
I brought you home, and daddy helped me get a better area ready for you. I realize that you were giving it everything your little battered body could muster, but I realize too late that it wasn’t enough.
I was hurrying to get our dogs outside, and then sit with you and hold you again. Then, for the first time in 6 days, I realize you were calling to me. I heard a puppy whimper, and I rushed to get to you.
I couldn’t get to you fast enough, to just hold you, and let you cross over. Daddy heard me crying, and rushed down to be with us both.
Your last few breaths were with two people who realized the value of your precious little life. We realize that you probably only had three days of that extra special spoiling and attention. We wanted you to know that you were loved, and your brief life was a huge loss to us.
My arms feel empty, after three solid days of holding you, offering you comfort from a cruel world. Now, you are in your little red sweater again, with some small toys. I realize these were probably the only toys you ever had, and had hoped you would learn to be a puppy and play with them. Now they are with you for eternity. I wrapped you in pretty blankets, as you deserve to be clean and pampered.
You realized that I needed you as much as you needed me. You saved your energy for the one and only time to call out to let me know you were ready for me, and God let me have that time to help you cross over the Rainbow Bridge.
I realize you are now in a wonderful place, with all of my other loved ones, and you are fine. Never to be hungry, cold, hurt or ignored again.
God bless , my little bug eyed angel, I look forward to our meeting again
Now, I once again realize, I must continue to do the work I feel God put me on this earth for, but you will never be forgotten, my sweet one
In loving memory of Miss Weezy,, age approximate 5 months
five months of life, three days of love
