I Wish I Had Taken More Pictures
On March 19, 2008, my dog Penny, of +/- 13 years finally passed away. She was a black Chow Chow mix, but she looked like a full breed. She was not my most favoritest dog, that was Buffy, a brown full bred Chow Chow, but she was the dog that our family owned the longest. She was however part of the family and she was a great dog to own.
I still remember her as a little puppy. My uncle bought her, but was unable to raise her, and my mom decided to raise her. My dad loved Chow Chows and by that time, we had a Lucky, a shepard mix, and Buffy, another Chow. We took her in and I still remember her being an energetic black puffball. I remember her as a puppy and how she scared one of my brother's friend who was afraid of dogs and whacked her with a trophy. She was all right, Penny was...but I don't know about my brother's friend, haha. And she grew and grew. I can't beleive that so much time has passed from when she was a little puppy til now. And I know that I have taken the time for granted.
She was the only female dog we owned, and she outlived, Lucky and Buffy. She outlasted a stray dog we took in that we named Toney. She stayed as my mother gave away Peanut, a chow mix that I bought, to a family friend to guard his work place after he got robbed. And she was around when we brought in Yoyo aka Fei Fei/Fat Fat. And she was the last dog in our household. And through all of that, she never put out for any of those male dogs. Haha. Penny was a virgin dog. She never had puppies because she would never put out. When any of the male dogs would try to mount her, she would sit down. This resulted in Buffy, Peanut, and Yoyo to bark at her, throughout the night to dismay of my neighbors, and eventually until Buffy, Peanut, and Yoyo lost their bark.
She was a great dog. Always on her guard. When she did not recognize anyone, she would bark like a good girl. She was a bit sexist, not barking at girls more than guys. And even as her health deteriorated, she was still a great watch dog. She hated water, so eventually we stopped bathing her, because she started to bite when we would wash her. It was her way, but I eventually used her hate of water to kick her out of the house when she was stubborn and wanted to stay inside the house. And although her fur shedded in balls of fur inside the house, she was our indoor dog.
Her eye was the first thing to go and was blind in one eye. Something about their scrunched eyes and the eyelash would scratch their eyeball. And then as she got older, her joints affected her and her hind legs began to give out. Her hearing was not as good as it used to be, but her sense of smell was still great. Even when getting up was a stuggle for her, she'd still bark, whether she was sitting in front of the door or in the hallway at people she did not recognize. If she recognized you though, she was a loving dog.
She was not able to walk on Tuesday, March 18th. I came home and saw her sitting in the hallway. I went to my room, and came out a few hours later and she was still there in the same position. And when I went to watch tv and go to sleep, she was there. I hand fed her water and fed her before I went to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning to go to work she was in the same spot, but this time she was lieing on her side, unable to lift up her head. I pet her and went to work. I came home to get ready for school and this time she was not in the hallway anymore, fearing for the worst or hoping that she was able to walk, I went to the backyard and saw that someone moved her, probably my mom. She was still lieing on her side, breathing heavily. And I brought some water for her. The only way for me to feed it to her was for me to pour some on the side of her mouth and then she would drink some, and then lick it off the floor. I had to go get ready for school and left. When I got home, I saw her and tried to give her some water for her to drink, but this time she refused. I tried to give her some kibbles but she would not open her mouth. She was breathing very hard. I went out to eat and when I got returned, my brother tells me, "Penny died."
"She stopped breathing?" I asked. And he said simply, "yes." That was all he needed to say. I went out to the backyard to see her and there she was...lieing there. In the same position she was in, this time no body going up and down, showing signs of breath. Her mouth was slightly opened, and she was there lifeless. Lieing next to her was the water bowl that I had used to drip water into her mouth, and two pieces of dog kibble that I tried to feed her, now a little bigger than mornal having absorbed the water on the floor.
Thirteen years with her in the home give or take. And now I am here on the computer typing this out and wishing I had taken more pictures of her. I wish I had pictures of when she was a puppy to post on here, pictures of her as she grew older and older chronologicalizing her life. I wish I had pictures where she accidentally jumped into the camera shot...but I don't have any of that. I don't even have a picture of her in her later years. I wish I taken more pictures. I wish I knew when we brought her in, I wish I kept track of it. Now I am left with memories, which are still good, until I cannot remember them as I get older. And now it is weird, coming home to not hear her barking at me if she did not recognize me. Coming home and not seeing her taking up the majority of the doorway. Walking out of my room and not seeing her sleeping or lieing down right outside my room door, and sometimes tripping over her in the middle of the night because she was black dog who blended in with the darkness. Miss you, girl...hope we gave you everything you needed and hope you enjoyed our company, because I already miss yours.
PENNY
Rest In Peace girl
b.199? - d. March 19, 2008 (far too soon)
On March 19, 2008, my dog Penny, of +/- 13 years finally passed away. She was a black Chow Chow mix, but she looked like a full breed. She was not my most favoritest dog, that was Buffy, a brown full bred Chow Chow, but she was the dog that our family owned the longest. She was however part of the family and she was a great dog to own.
I still remember her as a little puppy. My uncle bought her, but was unable to raise her, and my mom decided to raise her. My dad loved Chow Chows and by that time, we had a Lucky, a shepard mix, and Buffy, another Chow. We took her in and I still remember her being an energetic black puffball. I remember her as a puppy and how she scared one of my brother's friend who was afraid of dogs and whacked her with a trophy. She was all right, Penny was...but I don't know about my brother's friend, haha. And she grew and grew. I can't beleive that so much time has passed from when she was a little puppy til now. And I know that I have taken the time for granted.
She was the only female dog we owned, and she outlived, Lucky and Buffy. She outlasted a stray dog we took in that we named Toney. She stayed as my mother gave away Peanut, a chow mix that I bought, to a family friend to guard his work place after he got robbed. And she was around when we brought in Yoyo aka Fei Fei/Fat Fat. And she was the last dog in our household. And through all of that, she never put out for any of those male dogs. Haha. Penny was a virgin dog. She never had puppies because she would never put out. When any of the male dogs would try to mount her, she would sit down. This resulted in Buffy, Peanut, and Yoyo to bark at her, throughout the night to dismay of my neighbors, and eventually until Buffy, Peanut, and Yoyo lost their bark.
She was a great dog. Always on her guard. When she did not recognize anyone, she would bark like a good girl. She was a bit sexist, not barking at girls more than guys. And even as her health deteriorated, she was still a great watch dog. She hated water, so eventually we stopped bathing her, because she started to bite when we would wash her. It was her way, but I eventually used her hate of water to kick her out of the house when she was stubborn and wanted to stay inside the house. And although her fur shedded in balls of fur inside the house, she was our indoor dog.
Her eye was the first thing to go and was blind in one eye. Something about their scrunched eyes and the eyelash would scratch their eyeball. And then as she got older, her joints affected her and her hind legs began to give out. Her hearing was not as good as it used to be, but her sense of smell was still great. Even when getting up was a stuggle for her, she'd still bark, whether she was sitting in front of the door or in the hallway at people she did not recognize. If she recognized you though, she was a loving dog.
She was not able to walk on Tuesday, March 18th. I came home and saw her sitting in the hallway. I went to my room, and came out a few hours later and she was still there in the same position. And when I went to watch tv and go to sleep, she was there. I hand fed her water and fed her before I went to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning to go to work she was in the same spot, but this time she was lieing on her side, unable to lift up her head. I pet her and went to work. I came home to get ready for school and this time she was not in the hallway anymore, fearing for the worst or hoping that she was able to walk, I went to the backyard and saw that someone moved her, probably my mom. She was still lieing on her side, breathing heavily. And I brought some water for her. The only way for me to feed it to her was for me to pour some on the side of her mouth and then she would drink some, and then lick it off the floor. I had to go get ready for school and left. When I got home, I saw her and tried to give her some water for her to drink, but this time she refused. I tried to give her some kibbles but she would not open her mouth. She was breathing very hard. I went out to eat and when I got returned, my brother tells me, "Penny died."
"She stopped breathing?" I asked. And he said simply, "yes." That was all he needed to say. I went out to the backyard to see her and there she was...lieing there. In the same position she was in, this time no body going up and down, showing signs of breath. Her mouth was slightly opened, and she was there lifeless. Lieing next to her was the water bowl that I had used to drip water into her mouth, and two pieces of dog kibble that I tried to feed her, now a little bigger than mornal having absorbed the water on the floor.
Thirteen years with her in the home give or take. And now I am here on the computer typing this out and wishing I had taken more pictures of her. I wish I had pictures of when she was a puppy to post on here, pictures of her as she grew older and older chronologicalizing her life. I wish I had pictures where she accidentally jumped into the camera shot...but I don't have any of that. I don't even have a picture of her in her later years. I wish I taken more pictures. I wish I knew when we brought her in, I wish I kept track of it. Now I am left with memories, which are still good, until I cannot remember them as I get older. And now it is weird, coming home to not hear her barking at me if she did not recognize me. Coming home and not seeing her taking up the majority of the doorway. Walking out of my room and not seeing her sleeping or lieing down right outside my room door, and sometimes tripping over her in the middle of the night because she was black dog who blended in with the darkness. Miss you, girl...hope we gave you everything you needed and hope you enjoyed our company, because I already miss yours.
PENNY
Rest In Peace girl
b.199? - d. March 19, 2008 (far too soon)
