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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Go Texas!!

I am a fan of the TV series "Jericho". Not as much as LOST, but I still like it. Last night's episode was awesome, for one reason: Texas kicked some major butt. Basically, some people from Jericho had evidence implicating the Cheyenne-based Allied States of America (the western US) in the nuclear attacks that devastated the old USA. The bad guys were chasing them, and the good guys made their way to the embassy of the Texas Independent Republic, requesting asylum. The Cheyenne bad guys threatened violence to get the good guys back, but the Texas peeps said no, and any attempt to invade sovereign Texas soil would be considered an act of war against Texas.

Later, they good guys were flying a private jet from Cheyenne back to Texas (with the evidence on board) and were intercepted by two fighters from Cheyenne. They were about to fire when two other fighters appeared - the Texas Air National Guard! And they blew the Cheyenne fighters out of the sky. Kinda exciting to watch Texas kick butt (lousy Wyoming) - just thought I share it with you.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Snickers

Her final vet appointment was originally at 2 PM today. But this morning, she was just so horrible to watch - pathetic and sad, nothing like the dog she was. So I decided to move her appointment up. Mom and Dad came along too - at first I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this by myself, but in the end I was glad they were there. She was their dog, too, after all.

Snickers ended her life on Earth at 11:16 AM today, March 17, 2008. She was born on December 18, 1995. That comes out to 12 years, 2 months, 28 days. Which is 107,352 hours. When you think of it that way, it doesn't sound like much time at all.

However, despite the sadness, I know she is in a much better place. Instead of being weak and feeble, stumbling and sick, she is running around with the Lord, full of strength and life. And that makes it all worth it.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Snickers Update

She has gone down rapidly, far more rapidly than I had thought possible. If I had known she would get this bad this fast, I would have gone ahead and put her down Friday at the vet. She can't get up at all very well. When she goes outside, she gets a drink, then wanders a little bit (a few feet now) then stumbles and falls down. God, it hurt me to see her fall so much. Today I got to the point where I would just pick her up and bring her back inside - she has lost 20 lbs since January, so she is pretty light. It's so sad to see her like this and compare with the robust dog she used to be.

The really bad part is after she is gone, I will still have to see her everywhere. My cellphone wallpaper is Snicker, my ringtone is her barking, my screensavers and wallpapers at work and home are all Snickers. I am surrounded by her memory.

I dread tomorrow. I know it's for the best, but I dread it with every fiber of my being. Losing Snickers will hurt more than I had ever thought possible.

Snickers

Snickers is failing. I hate to type that - it sounds so final, and it should. She is dying. She is 12 years old - pretty advanced age for a dog. She refuses to eat - she has lost 20 pounds since her last vet visit in January. Since she isn't eating, her body is consuming itself - mostly muscle, which accounts for her horrible weakness. She can barely get up from the floor from a down or a sit anymore. I refuse to make her do tricks anymore, simply because it's too painful to watch her try so hard to sit up or lay down and fail - that's the worse part. She can't do it, but she will try if I ask her to. What a good girl she is!


I have been praying alot these past two weeks. Mostly it was for Snickers to be healed. Last Wednesday, I went out at lunch and did something I've never done before - I got some cooking oil (the only oil I could find) and anointed her head as prescribed in the Bible, and prayed deeply to God for Snickers to be healed. The next day she was much much worse than before. I felt like I had pissed God off or something and He was taking it out on her. I hate to admit it, but ever since her vet visit Friday, I have been talking with God alot, and alot of it has been hateful. I feel angry that she is dying, and the only One I can think of to be angry at is God. Why does she have to suffer? Why does she have to die? Will she go to Heaven? I hate Him for taking her, and I hate myself for feeling that way. I need more prayer.

This is so much harder than I thought it would be. I knew she was getting old - I have been trying to prepare myself for sometime for the inevitable. But she has gone down so fast this past month. I thought there would be more time. And I knew when it happened it would be bad - but I had no idea losing Snickers would be this horrible. Tomorrow is her last full day of life - God, that's a horrible thing to think of. And then I take her for her last ride in my car ever (and she always loves a ride in the car) - to the vet, for euthanasia (Greek for "good death" - right), or to "put her down" or "put her to sleep" - but it all boils down to one thing: Monday, I will kill my dog. It might be for the best - but still, I will kill her Monday. And that's the thought I go to sleep with tonight.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Outrage

I came across a video allegedly showing some Marines in Iraq throwing a small puppy over a ravine to it's death. You can see the video here.
Be warned - this is graphic content, showing the death of a puppy. The yelps of the puppy as he plummets down the ravine are horriffic.


If the video isn't real, it's still in really bad taste. If it is indeed real, I am horrified at the actions of these Marines. I know they don't reflect the character of the vast majority of American Marines. The people who did this - the video cameraman, the guy who casually tosses the puppy, and anyone else - should all be shot. I know that's not what Jesus would say, but that's how I feel about people who mistreat innocent animals