RIP Phoenix
I guess I could be all up in the trend of talking about Michael Jackson's death, but I'll leave that to everyone else. Truth be told, I'm a big fan of Michael Jackson and his death was shocking and sad. However, I was listening to his greatest hits album just last week— so that proves that the man didn't have to die for me to listen to his music and appreciate his impact on pop culture.
But this entry is more personal than the dead of the king of pop. It is about the death of my buddy, my commrade, my dog— Phoenix. She's the dog I wrote an entry about when she got in a fight with the neighbor dog (See backstabbing bitch for further details)
She died three days ago, but I'm just now writing about it. She started as a shared pet between my sister and me, but Phoenix became my dog after Jena wasn't home that much (because of nursing school an hour away) and work. She kept me company on lonely nights, cuddling on my hip while I tried to study. She'd sleep over at Rayce's house and always tried to jump in my backseat when I wasn't looking in hopes to go for a "ride."
I got Phoenix about two weeks before I met Rayce.
I was in a definite rut that summer (2006) due to heartache, and Phoenix helped relieve all that. My slogan became— "There would be no war or sadness in the world if everyone just got a puppy! " She made me so happy! Then Rayce came along and made everything so much better. I'd even call him to come over to play with Phoenix and tire her out so I could do some homework!
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y favorite photography subject and fun to play "pick up sticks" in the yard while I picked up debris from the weeping willow in my yard after a bad storm. Her favorite activities included running, catching something you threw and having you chase her around to get it back, barking at neighbors and black people, sleeping on the sofa and having her belly rubbed.
She had quite the personality. She loved Rayce, but hated any all other men. She was shy to strangers, and the best way to get her to like you was to ignore her (typical woman). She would hop higher than any other dog I knew (when I say hop, she would spring up from all fours and her nose would seriously touch my elbow!) She'd love to go visit the dogs at my parents' house, where she would then be referred to as our "country girl." By the time she got older, she recognized my camera and didn't like photo opportunities (example, the mean face she's giving me with the bow around her neck).
She was home alone a lot, and I knew she craved to be an outside dog. This past fall, with all of my homework and stuff I really couldn't pay enough attention to her and she started acting out. So I left her at my parents' house to stay. She liked to play with the other dogs there and enjoyed being outside. It still sucked to leave her there.
I knew she had heartworms, and to be honest I didn't want to pay $60/month for HeartGuard or something, so I just let it be. She turned 3 years on May 12 of this year, and I noticed the last time I went to my parents' house that she was breathing really hard all the time.
She was found in my parents' garage with a little blood around her mouth. I'm hoping she died in her sleep. She was a good dog, and will be greatly missed.
But this entry is more personal than the dead of the king of pop. It is about the death of my buddy, my commrade, my dog— Phoenix. She's the dog I wrote an entry about when she got in a fight with the neighbor dog (See backstabbing bitch for further details)
She died three days ago, but I'm just now writing about it. She started as a shared pet between my sister and me, but Phoenix became my dog after Jena wasn't home that much (because of nursing school an hour away) and work. She kept me company on lonely nights, cuddling on my hip while I tried to study. She'd sleep over at Rayce's house and always tried to jump in my backseat when I wasn't looking in hopes to go for a "ride."
I got Phoenix about two weeks before I met Rayce.
I was in a definite rut that summer (2006) due to heartache, and Phoenix helped relieve all that. My slogan became— "There would be no war or sadness in the world if everyone just got a puppy! " She made me so happy! Then Rayce came along and made everything so much better. I'd even call him to come over to play with Phoenix and tire her out so I could do some homework!She was m
y favorite photography subject and fun to play "pick up sticks" in the yard while I picked up debris from the weeping willow in my yard after a bad storm. Her favorite activities included running, catching something you threw and having you chase her around to get it back, barking at neighbors and black people, sleeping on the sofa and having her belly rubbed.She had quite the personality. She loved Rayce, but hated any all other men. She was shy to strangers, and the best way to get her to like you was to ignore her (typical woman). She would hop higher than any other dog I knew (when I say hop, she would spring up from all fours and her nose would seriously touch my elbow!) She'd love to go visit the dogs at my parents' house, where she would then be referred to as our "country girl." By the time she got older, she recognized my camera and didn't like photo opportunities (example, the mean face she's giving me with the bow around her neck).
She was home alone a lot, and I knew she craved to be an outside dog. This past fall, with all of my homework and stuff I really couldn't pay enough attention to her and she started acting out. So I left her at my parents' house to stay. She liked to play with the other dogs there and enjoyed being outside. It still sucked to leave her there.
I knew she had heartworms, and to be honest I didn't want to pay $60/month for HeartGuard or something, so I just let it be. She turned 3 years on May 12 of this year, and I noticed the last time I went to my parents' house that she was breathing really hard all the time.
She was found in my parents' garage with a little blood around her mouth. I'm hoping she died in her sleep. She was a good dog, and will be greatly missed.
Ah, Phoenix. She will be missed.
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