But I owe it to man's (or in this case, WOman's) best friend to get this post out and try to move on. I've been stuck in emotional limbo since Lavander passed in March this year. Been keeping busy taking care of baby E and the family but it's time to stop and take a moment to remember Lavander.
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| On our way to a pet event at Fort Canning Park 2008 |
Lavander, my slightly crazy Jack Russell Terrier who loved tennis balls (or pretty much anything shaped like a ball) and hated getting her nails trimmed. And yes, I know her name is misspelled. Tell that to my 14 year old self who picked and registered her name without consulting a dictionary.
Lavander, who loved sleeping on the bed with me. She also wanted to be let in and out of the room several times during the night. I always ended up sleeping in the bed next to the door so I could open and close it for her. I seriously considered installing a dog door but my parents would have not liked that at all.
It took a while, but with the help of a great vet I managed to solve her food allergy issues. Also found out that she was allergic to grass, poor girl! She did love to roll around in the grass, which I much preferred compared to her other favourite thing to roll in, dead animal carcasses.
My brother called her 'The Great White Shark' because she was white and constantly circled around whoever had food in the home in the hopes they would drop a piece and when they did, she would pounce on whatever it was and wolf it down in record time. She loved to eat.
Then she gave me a huge scare after eating an entire pack of Ricola sweets but after a night of horrible diarrhea (horrible because my dad and I had to clean it up, it didn't seem to bother her too much) and a vet visit, she was right as rain. This happened several times with various food items and she would have an upset stomach but recover in a day.
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| July 1997 - March 2012 |
I've always said that I would know when to let her go, it would be when food and car rides no longer had any appeal for her. When the time came, a third reason made up my mind - no amount of pain medication could make her comfortable.
So I let her go. And she is missed, so so much.
