loneliness

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 2)

“I wanted to keep the whole thing a secret, until I appeared at my mother’s house with the dog, but I couldn’t keep the secret.

When my brother and I went to pick the dog out, and my mother asked where we were going, I spilled the beans.

My mother was so excited.

Jean Luc was the runt of the litter, so he was the smallest and he was also the cuddliest.

My brother thought it was idiotic to get a dog while I was going back and forth to mother’s, but I knew that it was going to make her so happy to have the puppy around.

My mother just loved him.”

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 1)

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“Someone I worked with had a French Bulldog that came to the office every day.

That dog and I were good friends, and I realized when I was ready to get a dog, I was going to get a French Bulldog.

My mother got diagnosed with lung cancer and she loved dogs.

Very soon after the diagnosis I was coming back to the city via the Long Island Railroad and there was a guy on the platform with a 14 month old Frenchie.

On the train ride back to NYC I talked to this guy and his dog sat with me.  I asked him where he got his dog and  decided I should call his breeder to see if there were any puppies.

When I found out that there were puppies available I decided it would make my mother really happy, if, when I came to visit I had a puppy or a dog.

I said, ok, I want a dog.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 4)

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“I filed for separation from my husband a few months after Nutmeg died.

I realized that both Nutmeg and Diego were my guardian angels.

Throughout the stress of divorce and daily life, my dogs have been a grounding force.

They’ve been angelic.

They have wisdom.

Having dogs has centered my focus.

No matter what I am going through, I always have a reason to get up, walk, and feed Diego.

I always have a grounding responsibility that is a privilege.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 3)

“Nutmeg died in front of Diego and me.  It was painful to watch.

I thought Diego was going to die, too.

He literally shut down.  He stopped eating, going to the bathroom and he wouldn’t move.

It took weeks for him to recover.

I started to feed him home cooked meat and let him lay down anywhere.  The furniture that had been forbidden for the dogs was now welcome for Diego to lay on.

I was willing to do whatever it took to get him back to the living.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 2)

“Nutmeg went from being malnourished and frightened to learning that she was safe and healthy.

She became a vivacious diva.

She was both regal and goofy.

She had a giant overbite which made her look like a dork.

But, she also looked regal, like something out of European aristocracy (as the greyhounds often look).

I adopted Diego while I still had Nutmeg.

I wanted a baby and my husband (at the time) wasn’t right for the job.  He was neither willing nor capable.

I had more love to give and I rescued another greyhound; Diego.

At first, Nutmeg couldn’t be bothered with Diego, but he has this sweet genuine quality and eventually she gave in.

Diego would stand by Nutmeg, guarding her.

She was his queen.  It was phenomenal to watch.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 1)

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“I started working with greyhound rescue 2o years ago.

Through that process, I learned about racing and abuse and the rescue efforts that were going on around the country.

That’s when I met my first greyhound, Nutmeg.

I got her in February, 2001.  She had been severely beaten and abused.

She was physically beaten and was afraid of everything, from different noises to her own fur coat.  She had been malnourished and her coat was patchy and thin.  Her skin was really dry.  Dogs’s skin and coat is a sign of their health and Nutmeg was in bad shape.

I worked with her to bring her back to optimal health.”

Figaro, the true companion (part 3)

“My last dog, Figaro 1 was also a purebred Golden Retriever who died of cancer.

I will get another dog, but it will not be a purebred, it will be a mutt.

They are healthier.

I find living near Central Park is great for dogs.

They get to socialize with people and other dogs.

Losing Figaro is a sad moment, but I have to face it.

I don’t want him in any agony or pain.

My veterinarian gave me his personal phone number so I can call him any day or night.”

Figaro, the true companion (Part 2)

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“My mother said she would leave me in the carriage outside the house with the dog attached and no-one bothered us.

The dog always protected me.

The hardest experiences with a dog is when they can no longer stay alive and they have to be put down.

Their lives are about being truly wonderful companions.

A very good friends said, dogs are replaceable, but humans are not.  You have to live beyond each dog, since we generally outlive our dogs.

Figaro, who is a purebred Golden is sick with cancer and is dying.”

Figaro, the true companion (part 1)

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“I’ve had dogs since I was 4 years old and I am 88 years old.

For me, it’s companionship an it makes me walk.

It’s a necessity for me to exercise.  I take a long walk in the morning and a long walk in the evening.

I find that having a dog is very relaxing.

They give you unfettered love.

All you have to do is feed, walk and pet them and they are happy.

The retriever only wants to please.

They obey everything you ask them to do without a question.

I have had between 15 an 20 Golden Retrievers.”

Batman, the fated dog (part 2)

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“All around, Batman is a source of unconditional love.

I moved back to New York City after a difficult breakup and Batman served as a great support system.

He was always there for me during lonely times.

Breakups tend to make you feel unimportant and dogs overcompensate to fill that void.

Batman is the sweetest thing.  He’s a cuddler and at night he sleeps between my arm and my shoulder.

I don’t have any sisters or brothers and Batman feels like family.

He’s like my child.

I feel responsible for him.

He requires a certain amount of maturity.

He keeps me in line and on a schedule.

Batman gives me structure.”