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Sunday, March 23, 2014

RIP Odessa

Well, it happened, and I am sad about it now. Odessa was my sister's dog, a long coated chihuahua, though most people who saw her thought she was a pomeranian. I loved Odessa as much as my sis did, because we used to live together, and she is my Vegas' mother. When my sis came back from her trip to Great Falls, Odessa got gravely ill. She was having trouble breathing. so my sis took her to the vet immediately. The vet gave her some diuretics, because she had a large amount of fluid in her lungs, and some pills because Odessa had an enlarged heart. The heart meds would have been something that Odessa would have to have been on for the rest of her life. My sis told me Odessa was not eating, but drinking a lot. That was when I got a bad feeling. But I kept positive for my sis, but I also remembered how that was what Groucho's last day was like. So, deep inside, I knew Odessa was not going to make it. My sis wanted to do everything she could though to keep Odessa going.

I kept thinking that perhaps Odessa had been bitten by a tick, they have some nasty-ass ticks in Great Falls. They have ticks that cause rocky mountain spotted fever. I keep wondering if Odessa may have been bitten by a tick there. Or maybe even a bad flea. Montana has rodents that carries the plague too. Something was different about this trip. Odessa had been on many trips before, and nothing ever happened to her. She spends one weekend in Great Falls and all of a sudden, she gets gravely ill. I don't understand why! Something happened on this trip that had a negative effect on Odessa. Someone may have even poisoned her. But my sis said Odessa never puked, and did not get as lethargic as Groucho was. On her last day, Odessa was still very responsive, and even barking. She died early in the morning, on my sis' bed while she was in the kitchen getting a drink. I'm sad. I never even got to say goodbye to her. I wanted Odessa to leave this world with the peace of mind that her baby is still with me, and very well loved.

Well, at least Odessa is out of pain, and no longer blind. The night before she died, I was thinking about her, and I started to cry. I cannot explain it. I think I just knew deep down inside that Odessa was going to die. But I kept telling myself "No! She's going to be OK." But inside, I think I knew she was going to die. I just never suspected that it would be that soon. And I didn't expect her to die on my sis' bed. I kinda expected that my sis would have to have her put to sleep. That would have been better for Odessa. But I know how my sis felt. She wanted to try and save her. Putting any pet to sleep is not an easy choice to make, but we do it because we don't want to see our baby suffer. It was hard for me to have Groucho put to sleep. I so badly wanted her to come home. But at the same time, I knew it was the better thing to do for her. My sis was going to do the same with Odessa if she hadn't recovered. There comes a time though when we have to say "I can't do anything else for this dog. I have to let her go." It's never easy, but it becomes necessary sometimes. And I would have preferred Odessa had been put to sleep instead of suffering with breathing problems all last week. But I am not mad at my sis, because I know how hard it really is to make that choice. Especially since Odessa was her best friend. My sis doesn't have another dog to lean back on. It may be a while before she does get another one, but I told her a rescue may be the cheapest and easiest way to go.

I feel bad for my sis, because I know how much she loved Odessa. And when I called her on Friday, just a couple days ago, she was telling me she cannot even stand to look at Odessa now. And I knew that was bad. But she felt that way because Odessa is just not the same dog she was when she left for Great Falls last week. She was no longer licking her, eating, active. Odessa has this thing where if she is excited, she twirls in a circle, which is so cute. My sis said she's no longer doing that. And after this, I bet Kim Hedges, Andy DiStinky and Roger Melvin are all having a good laugh over Odessa's death. I remember when Andy lost Angus, I felt bad because Angus was gone. Karen demanded I feel bad for Andy. But I couldn't. For one thing, I hate that idiot. Another thing, I don't believe Andy loved Angus. Andy doesn't love his dogs at all. He tries to run over them with his car. He took them out to the dog park and left them there all day so they wouldn't be under his feet. He once locked Lou (a westie) in his apartment overnight, with no food, water and no way to go to the bathroom. He didn't care. It wasn't until he was yelled at by several residents in that building that he decided to get Karen to take care of his dogs when he wasn't around. But I feel confident in saying he would never have thought of that had he not been yelled at!

Well, I was worried about my sis last night and so I called her. She was staying with a friend of her's last night. When she told me that, I felt better. Because I did not think she should be alone last night. She needs time to adjust to life without Odessa. It took me a year to get used to the fact that Groucho is gone. Some people take less time to get over the loss of a pet. Maybe my sis will be better in a couple months. Who knows. I suffer from depression, she doesn't. I remember after I lost Groucho, the dirty dozen were telling me to get over it, especially Rhonda (the Watcher) was basically telling me I had no right to mourn Groucho for so long. Rhonda Booth is the biggest dumbass whacko on all the internet. And she's a coward. NEVER let anyone dictate how long you should grieve over your pet. Some people take months to heal, some people take a few weeks. I know of one person who said her mother lost her dachshund and grieved for over 20 years. That was back when I was in high school. But I kinda wonder if her mother is still grieving over the loss of her dog. But it goes to show, some people never recover over the loss of a pet. But my sis is strong. I know she will eventually want another pet. But the choice is for her to make. No one else. When she is ready for a pet, she will know it.

In another note, I also heard Fred Phelps passed away. He was the founder of the WBC. I don't even like calling the gathering he created a "church". I also heard that his own church estranged him before he died. And Steve Drain said "I don't know what that means" when a group of protesters held up a sign that said "We're sorry for your loss". LOL!! What a dumbass!! Well, I like to think Fred Phelps has seen his judgement day, and was told by GOD "You are not eligible to enter this gate" and turned him away. So now, Fred Phelps is now in Hell where all his bigoted kind belongs. I hope he burns, suffers and fries up to his eyeballs!!
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