WE LOVE YOU TAZZY
My family has hit a hard bump in life. William and my dog Tazzy has hit a point that she is old, blind, deaf, weak and all around losing her battle with her age. I remember when William and I first got her she was this little puppy with huge ears, massive teeth, stunning ice blue eyes and she loved to have her tummy rubbed. When we saw her the night we purchased her from the breeder she immediately rolled over on her belly and waited to be pet. The breeder told she is a pure breed Husky, we had our doubts then at the vet's for the first time she said umm guys this is just a mix breed, I went back to the breeder they said if I did not give her back they would have to charge me $100 for her and that was fine $100 was a great deal for our new companion. Tazzy came home and I stroked her belly and it became red and bumpy, when Will got home from school I was so upset I thought there was something wrong with the her but the truth was I had rubbed her tummy raw. OOPS. She is a great dog that her ripe old age of 15 she has adapted to two little girls who want to be in her space all the time, a new puppy who loves to bite her nose, moving umpteen times and getting less and less attention once the girls were born. She is still smart, gentle, protective and loving but you can tell it is just not the same something changed in the blink of an eye. She was fine then suddenly she just aged over night.
I am not sure how we will explain to Alexis. But on the way to school tears rolled down my face when my daughter said "Mommy you know why Tazzy loves me?" I choked out a "No" she said "because I brought her Princess so she would have a friend, can we get Tazzy another friend it will make her happy?" The truth is Tazzy is on her way out of this world, it does not seem she will be here for any more friends. I am at a loss of what to do now, the sadness is overwhelming but I know I have to do what is best for her. When is the right time? I do not think I will ever know that answer but I pray I will have the strength to make the right decision, for everyone involved. Oh my the lump in my throat is not allowing me to swallow, it seems to be the end of an era is in the not so distant future. This is the sad part of our love for a pet and their lives as part of our families it will always end this way.
This blog is to dedicated to my beloved Tazzy, our first dog and my first real baby.
Tazzy loves to get up in the chair with us
The good old days. Alexis and Tazzy, she still loves a belly rub.
I thought this blog would help me know what to do as her mommy but it makes me realize how much she has given me and how much I will miss her. It has taken me a week to write this post because I knew the feeling it would bring to the surface but I had to tell the story of our glorious doggy Tazzy!
I feel like I never want to write again because right now nothing can hold a candle to this blog and the emotions I feel!
2 comments:
Oh, Angel
I just read this & I am just crying thinking of little bitty Tazmania in her prime. I am beyond heartbroken that she is doing so poorly. I know She is your Tallulah Belle and I cannot imagine how sad you must be. Sunbear, Black Beauty, China, Loo Loo's & Prissy's puppies are waiting for her in heaven.-and so many more furry babies!! I know they will take amazing care of your sweet girl & make sure that she gets her tum tum rubbed raw again. I love you, Kir. You have been an incredible Mommy to Tazzy for forever & now you are an inspirational Mommy to your two baby girls. Anything P & I can do.........
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together...
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