Monday, October 29, 2012

Katerina Ivanovanov -- A.K.A Kitty

When I was young I remember a night when my uncle came over. While dinner was being made, he got a call from his wife. After he hung up, he said he needed to go home. Their dog had died.

I distinctly remember thinking, "...really? It's a dog."

Now I understand.

I couldn't have pets growing up. The DAY we moved into our newly purchased house, we picked up Trooper; a year later, we got Kitty. Maybe it's because I had to wait so long to get dogs, but every day, I am thankful for them.

Kitty had a tough life. She was four(ish) when we rescued her. She was taken from a puppy mill. Her purpose in life was to have puppies. Litters and Litters of puppies.

The owners kept her (and many other Pekingese dogs) in a cage and fed them garbage that was just thrown on the sawdust of the floor. As a result of no crunchy food, she lost four teeth before we got her.

The owners didn't care that the hair of her pug cheeks was rubbing against her eyes. Because of that, she was blind from the day we got her. The shelter did a "nip/tuck," but her vision never came back.

She was (as expected) skiddish around people...especially men.

About a year after we had her home, she developed a hernia, common in Peke's who had babies too early and/or too often.

Despite her problems, with time, she became a happy, loving dog. I remember the first time I came home from school and she actually "played, " pouncing on my hands when I would pat the floor.

She smiled and her tail could wag like no other.

It is amazing how fast she lost the smile, and I can't remember the last time she really wagged her tail. In a matter of a few weeks, she lost virtually all mobility in her back hips. Yesterday, she literally was unable to lift them up.

This morning, Kitty was peacefully put to sleep. Mike and I were both there with her.

It was awful.

I am sad.

I am also relieved. I know she's not suffering any more.

I don't often post about my views and opinions on this blog, but I must say this: IF YOU WANT TO GET A PET. PLEASE, I IMPLORE YOU, TO EITHER RESCUE THEM FROM A SHELTER OR MAKE SURE TO DO YOUR RESEARCH AND USE A REPUTABLE BREEDER.


She put up with a lot of teasing.

She really hated walks...
She became a momma again when Gwen arrived. It was quite remarkable.


See.. she totally smiled.
I will miss you little girl. Lots and Lots.

1 comment:

jimnchetek said...

So SAD! She was a great little dog and had a SUPER family adopt her.I too will miss her.

Love you,
Dad