Epitaph for a Dog
My uuu ("uuu" would be pronounced "ooo" for folks who speak English)
It was a nick name derived out of several other nicknames:
Uudy, Roo, Rudy Rudowski or just plain Rudy (spoken in a slightly high-pitched, Finnish accent baby voice)
Rudy passed away unexpectedly on Sunday August 14, 2005.
She was actually my mom's dog in the end - but she started out as mine. We picked up Rudy from some shady place on the "other" side of town in May of 1993.
She was the prettiest puppy of the bunch. Rudy was always getting compliments on her good-looks.
When we first picked her up, she had a bit of a sore tummy from the moose-meat sausages her owners were bbq-ing...
for 5 week old puppies!!! (these people were most certainly on crack).
Rudy was no ordinary dog. She was highly sensitive..and could almost say "out" when she wanted to go outside.
Rudy was more affectionate than other dogs I've known. She liked to cuddle and get hugs; even from rowdy kids she hadn't seen before. She was gentle but also very excitable. Definately a type-A personality.
Like most dogs however, Rudy loved to eat people-food!! Oh! the teary eyes she would conjure up to get just one lick of a dinner plate. She would wiggle her snout under your arm, rest her chin on your knee and look up at you pathetically.
She would doggie-speak ever so softly to melt your heart. We taught her some tricks; some she figured out on her own.
She could dance and speak and howl on command.
She would obediently go down to the basement when told in finnish: "Mommy is going to the store"
Even until her dying day, she played ball enthusiastically in her back yard.
Rudy will be greatly missed.
It was a nick name derived out of several other nicknames:
Uudy, Roo, Rudy Rudowski or just plain Rudy (spoken in a slightly high-pitched, Finnish accent baby voice)
Rudy passed away unexpectedly on Sunday August 14, 2005.
She was actually my mom's dog in the end - but she started out as mine. We picked up Rudy from some shady place on the "other" side of town in May of 1993.
She was the prettiest puppy of the bunch. Rudy was always getting compliments on her good-looks.
When we first picked her up, she had a bit of a sore tummy from the moose-meat sausages her owners were bbq-ing...
for 5 week old puppies!!! (these people were most certainly on crack).
Rudy was no ordinary dog. She was highly sensitive..and could almost say "out" when she wanted to go outside.
Rudy was more affectionate than other dogs I've known. She liked to cuddle and get hugs; even from rowdy kids she hadn't seen before. She was gentle but also very excitable. Definately a type-A personality.
Like most dogs however, Rudy loved to eat people-food!! Oh! the teary eyes she would conjure up to get just one lick of a dinner plate. She would wiggle her snout under your arm, rest her chin on your knee and look up at you pathetically.
She would doggie-speak ever so softly to melt your heart. We taught her some tricks; some she figured out on her own.
She could dance and speak and howl on command.
She would obediently go down to the basement when told in finnish: "Mommy is going to the store"
Even until her dying day, she played ball enthusiastically in her back yard.
Rudy will be greatly missed.
posted by Black Mamba at 8:19 PM
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We decided about 3 years ago to take our dog to the vet for a trip from which she never returned. She was very old, almost 16, blind and her back legs were paralyzed, probably by a cyst or tumor in her spine. She had become my dog, although she was KL's dog originally, it had somehow fallen to me to walk the dog, feed the dog, and so the little doggie wormed her way into my heart, although she was old, and smelly, and her nose was always full of snot. She sneezed at regular intervals, sending gobbets of doggie snot flying in all directions. How she could be facing away from me, sneeze, and get snot on me, was one of those little everyday miracles.
After I took her to be put-down at the vets, and the vet gave me a hard time and tried to talk me out of it, I felt like a killer, a murderer, a person who has gone against God and Nature and who has defiled the sacred trust that a little defenseless doggie had in me, her big powerful human protector.
I've never gotten over it.
UltraWarren
wow.
I'm suprised the Vet took that position. I'm sorry to hear that. It's hard enough knowing your beloved pet is going to die!
Nevermind having someone guilt you over it!
Boo to the Vet!
It's funny how pets become part of our family. Like tiny (or in Rudy's case, large), hairy little humans.
I didn't really understand this as much as a kid. Our pet seemed like just our pet.
I wonder if this is how Haaken and Liam feel about BJ. They do call him "Uncle BJ".
After having my parent's dog, the aforementioned "BJ" (Beethoven Junior), as a room mate. We began to bond. For some reason, for me anyway, that only comes with feeding, letting out, and generally taking care of a pet. I can recall feeling bad for him if I'd come home after work and I was heading out right after. He'd be so excited to see me, then I'd get back in the car and pull out of the driveway to two big brown sad eyes watching my car drive off.
I've considered BJ's death many times. He's pretty old now, 11 years or so. I guess he's probably got a good 5 years ahead of him.
Anyway, as BlackMamba said, Boo-Urns to the vet.
Boo-Urns indeed.
I forgot to mention before that we used to talk to Trixie in that high-pitched baby-voice. I particularly like the name "Rudy Rudowski". KL's over-the-top cutesy name for Trixie was "Nubby Nur Bubby Gur", which I think was baby talk for "Mommies Cute Little Baby Girl". And lest ye think this weirdness was only estrogen related, I must confess, that I, a totally non-gay man, fell completely into the insanity, and was soon calling her "nubby nur bubby gur" along with KL.
Anyways, here's a toast to the doggies of the world, who we loved, who are gone now.
Warren
I am a cat guy.
(Boo-urns to me, too, I guess.)
Maybe she will post about her new cat soon?
You mean the beast they call kitten?
Yeah, I guess to join in on the baby frenzie that is happening around me, I've gotten myself a baby cat.
Yeah, and your baby is walking already.
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