Three weeks have now passed since I had to say goodbye to my sweet Dee Dee. The first 72 hours were the most intense pain I have ever known. Grief is best described as something that occurs in waves. You can be fine one moment and then you're suddenly knocked over by a huge, incapacitating wave. Your mind is on something else .... the distraction, no matter how mundane, a welcome reprieve from the pain .... and then suddenly, a HUGE wave hits you again.
She's gone. She's not coming back. Her softy, furry body and that adorable face is now a box of ashes. And you're knocked to the ground - almost literally. The day after Dee Dee died was one of huge, incapacitating waves of grief. I was standing in a furniture store with Tim and suddenly had to run out to the car because I felt a wave about to hit me. Standing in line at McDonalds, I had to run out to the car before I completely lost it. And the day after
that, as I was driving the 550 mile trip home, I had many melt-downs in the car; a couple of them so intense that I had to pull off the road. There was a particularly bad one just south of Duluth that lasted close to an hour. I wondered how long this would go on. Would I be able to return to work
at all that week? (I was planning to go back on Tuesday.) Had I fallen into a hole that I would
never get out of? But a strange thing happened. As I got back on the highway after that episode, I felt different. I had made a decision.
I decided to not allow myself to replay the scene in the vet clinic again. It wasn't as quick and easy as I had been told it would be. The doctor (who ranks a zero in bedside manner) was a jerk. He couldn't find a vein, and snapped at Dee Dee when she fought him (causing
me to snap at
him.) It seemed to take
forever. But, as Tim has pointed out to me repeatedly, it was less than five minutes. It was the worst five minutes of my life, but it was
five minutes. In Dee Dee's mind, it was no different than a heart worm test - which she'd had (and fought) many times. And in putting her through those five horrible minutes, I was saving her from
months of decline and pain. I had to stop thinking about it. And I did. I just didn't let myself go there anymore.
The grief has continued, of course, but it has been a healthier grief since then; and not so incapacitating. It's been the grief of
missing her terribly, not of
regretting my decision. The house is so quiet!! Princess is nearly deaf and just doesn't make any noise. Dee Dee was my barker. Who would have thought I'd miss
that?! Dee Dee was always the first one up in the morning. She'd come bounding up to the side of the bed and poke me - wanting to go outside. I'd say, "Go tell Princess it's time to get up!" and she'd run to Princess' bed and poke her too. She was so smart! She knew how to get the car window down, and would stand on her back legs on the front seat of the car and look out. The driver of the car next to us would nearly always laugh. She even knew how to honk the horn! When we walked by any body of water, she'd pull the leash and look up at me with pleading eyes. She
loved to swim! She was very
tuned into my feelings and if I'd sit down on the floor, she'd be right there .... often rolling over on her back for a tummy rub or nudging me to scratch her ears. When Mom and Dad died, she would sit by me, her chin on my knee, looking up at me with big, sad eyes. If I cried, she literally licked my tears. I miss all of that - and so much more. She could be such a stinker at times, but oh how she loved me! When I had to go somewhere without her, my neighbors could hardly get her out the door to go potty. She was so sad that she nearly shut down.
But her quality of life was deteriorating quickly. I had her in physical therapy over the winter (along with chiropractic and acupuncture) and saw only minimal improvement. Steps were impossible. Going down them was worse than going up because she'd tumble. Her back legs were folding under her when she'd walk - especially on a hard/smooth surface floor like tile. They didn't support her any more, and with a diagnosis of degenerative myopathy, she wasn't going to get any better. I considered getting a cart for her, but it didn't seem to be a good solution since she couldn't be left in it unattended, and I leave my dogs alone for 9 hours a day. Dee Dee's front end was literally
pulling her back end along and I'd find spots of blood on the carpet where her back toenails had broken off from being dragged.
In May, my brother Dan decided to go visit some friends in South Africa this summer and tack on a 15 day overland (camping) safari. He asked me if I wanted to go along. After initially saying 'no', I thought about it and realized if I ever wanted to do a trip like that, this was probably my best chance, since Tim did one ten years ago and I sure didn't want to go by myself! So I reconsidered, quickly grabbed the last spot on that particular trip and put down my deposit. Before I did that, I talked to my neighbors to see if they could take care of my dogs while I was gone. They said 'yes' but expressed some concern about Dee Dee. Of course I told them that I would totally support them in any decisions they needed to make while I was gone, but I hated leaving them with that responsibility - especially when I would be unavailable by phone or Email. So, when I left for Michigan on June 21, all of that was weighing heavily on me.
On Monday morning Tim and I took the dogs on a short walk on a paved trail on the Pigeon River (Grand Portage). We were walking slowly and I was trying to keep Dee Dee off the pavement as much as possible. But about 2/3 of the way to the falls, I looked down and saw that both of her back feet were bleeding badly. I felt like the worst dog mom on the planet! Tim carried her the rest of the way and that night I had to face the hard reality that her quality of life was declining rapidly. I was afraid that I was going to end up putting her down either right
before my trip to Africa or right after I got back, and I didn't want either of those. Nor did I want my neighbors to have to make that decision. And so, after talking it over with Tim, I decided to give her a wonderful last day in the Michigan UP (where we've spent many vacations with our dogs) swimming in Lake Superior with Princess and Elvis, and say goodbye on Thursday. It was the hardest thing I've ever done! Now, three weeks later, I believe I did the right thing.
The grief, while no longer as incapacitating as it was the first 72 hours, is still pretty intense. I miss her SO much! Only those who have loved a dog as a part of the family can understand.
After Dee Dee and Elvis died, I was looking at different corgi breeder websites. I'd been thinking that I would get a tri-colored male someday but the more I looked at pictures, the more I realized that sable (brown with black and white accents) is my favorite corgi color. That's what Dee Dee and Elvis were. Elvis also had a full white collar which was awfully pretty. I mentioned this to my Facebook friend, and fellow corgi fanatic, EJ. She agreed. 
Princess and I drove to southern MN last Saturday to pick him up. Just seven weeks old and 3-1/2 lbs, I was in love - and terrified - at the same time. I've never had a puppy that young before! He is adorable! He's affectionate, loves to cuddle, loves to play, loves to eat and loves to chew! We've had a very good 'first week'. Zak has learned his name, is learning to 'come' and also learning to go potty outdoors. I take an early lunch and come home and let him out each day and I hired a very nice young gal to come and let him out mid-afternoon. Until he gets a little bigger, I'm supplementing those breaks with puppy pads and he has done very well with them too. He does not like a messy kennel and lets me know when it needs to be cleaned up! Now we're working on learning to let me know before he dirties it.
Zak is full of puppy playfulness and curiosity. He adores Princess and wants to go wherever she goes. She's learning to tolerate him! He visits her food dish whenever he's out of his kennel, and we're using that to teach the meaning of the word 'no'. Zak loves to play with his ball, play tug-of-war with a shoestring and generally chew on anything handy. He mastered the front steps in about a day and follows Princess over to the neighbors. Fortunately, though, he wants to go where I go, and he feels most secure in our house. He's not fond of loud noises, including motorcycles and trucks!
