I had a busy day today. 10 dogs, the last of which was Weegee.
Weegee is a Westie - or West Highland Terrier. She's spritey and silly and loves to roll in the sunshine. She loves her stuffed squirrel and she loves to sit with me on my lap and cuddle. She loves hugs. She loves everything.
I got into Weegee's place and saw a note. Notes usually greet me with instructions or just general "have a good walk".
But today was different.
Today's note brought me some sad news.
Weegee is going away. One of her owners has become so allergic to her that she has had to move out of the house temporarily due to the development of breathing problems. The note informed me that within the week, Weegee will be gone.
Thursday may or may not be my last visit with her. Today very well could have been it. Needless to say, I left with a heavy heart. And yes, I've cried about 4 times.
It made me realize how we take our pets for granted. Besides the obvious thought of having them die, rarely do we contemplate the fact of being forced to give them up due to means beyond our control. I don't know who I feel sadder for: Weegee's owners, or Weegee herself. She has no idea what is going to happen; one day she will wake up, and be whisked away, never to see her owners again. It breaks my heart.
Needless to say I came home and mauled the girls as much as humanly possible. I went into the dining room and scoured over pictures of Casey. I went to the basement and looked at his urn, his footprint we had made, and his crazy lock of fur that we were fortunate enough to be able to keep.
This of course made me cry more. I love animals almost too much perhaps. I want them to know that if no one else will love them, that I will, no matter how silly, or ugly, or rediculous they are.
So yes, it was with a heavy heart that I said goodbye to Weegee. Again, it's made even sadder because she has no clue what is going to happen. The letter I was left was dripping in sadness; they leaked from the owners words and splashed onto my heart. It made me realize how much I too take my own pets for granted. I'm used to coming home and having 2 dogs and 2 cats. I've never thought that I may be forced to give one of them away. It's not the worst thing in the world but it has definitely dampened my day.
And in other pet-related news, I had to relocate one of our fish, whom I've named Bean due to shape and size. Bean has had a murder-attempt on them and has been attacked by another fish and lost its tail, scales and skin. Bean is now safely ensconsed in a fish bowl that I took from a wedding and is now living on the kitchen counter, away from said evil murderer fish.
It is with sadness that I inform you that Bean has succumb to his injuries as a result of Noodle's murderous rampage. He made the journey from bowl to toilet safely. He floated into the toilet hole with grace and is in a place where said murderous demon fish cannot hurt him.
Rest in Peace, Bean 2010-2010.