Archive for June 24th, 2006

Good Eatin’

So what do Smiff’s do when they are grieving? We shop and eat.

Kohls was having a half off sale on shorts today so me and the Beautiful Dawta mozied on up there and got her some britches.

I had gone to Farmer’s Market yesterday and gotten some fresh blackberries and since it turned out I couldn’t attend the big Blogger Meat Up at the Mothership, I am making a blackberry cobbler to take to the Motha In Law’s, where she has prepared us one of her fabulous feasteses.

Reminds me of my favorite episode of “Roseanne” where Roseanne’s father dies. Darlene makes the comment that “Why do people bring food when somebody dies?” Roseanne says “Yeah, not like it helps…..HEY WHO BROUGHT THAT CHOCOLATE CAKE?!”

I’m not comparing losing a pet vs. losing a person. My mother in law does what she does best to comfort us…feed us. That’s a nice thing.

Life goes on.


Me and the Beautiful Dawta took Chloe up to the vet and did what we had to do. I thought it kinda interesting that the vets office uses this pretty, flowerdy paper to print out the euthanization certificates. Usually, at the vets, Chloe would try to get up and get off the table, but, not today. Her back legs had pretty much given out on her. They asked if I wanted to be in there when they did it and I said I didn’t think so and asked them if that made me a bad dog owner and they said “Absolutely not.” Some want to stay and some don’t.

The Dawta and I both noticed how Chloe’s eyes seemed to be teary when we were telling her goodbye. Maybe it was just our imaginations. Our eyes were full and the hearts heavy.

I went outside and waited and I remembered the time I had brought Chloe to that same vet about 12 years ago to be boarded while we went on a trip. Chloe HATED leashes. Scared to death of them and wanted no part of one. She jumped out of my arms and took off running down the parking lot and I had to run like a madwoman to catch her before she got out into West Main/Gallatin Rd. traffic.

We brought her back to the house and our wonderful neighbor, Matthew, a big, sturdy guy, dug a good hole for us and me and the kids buried her. Each kid wanted to help cover the dirt. It was like they had to. That dog had been here longer than any of them and has been with them every single day of their lives.

Chloe went through a lot of life with us….births, a divorce, greeting each kid when they came home from their first day of school, a lot of nights I was alone with Mr. Smiff on the road, she was right there, being a good watch dog, always sleeping right under my head, if I got up, she got up, she got up, even if it was just to the bathroom. Gosh, Chloe even knew my dad, who has been dead nearly 15 years.

#2 asked me if Chloe was in Heaven. I told him I don’t know for sure, but, I feel that God has a special place for special pets. He has to. I hope so. Chloe is deserving of whatever special place there is for dogs when they die. She was everything a good pet should be: loving, forgiving, protective and a faithful little friend. There were times she drove me nuts because she had a nervous/insecure side to her, but, I’m glad I saw that ad in the paper that day in 1991 and that I brought her home, even though I was not sure what Mr. Smiff would say. She was so tiny, she fit into my hand and I hid her behind my back before I broke the news to Mr. Smiff that it was a girl.

Everyday when we feed the dogs, there’s this routine of Chloe being in charge of the food. The other dogs eat, pretty much when she said so. This morning, when she wouldn’t eat, they ate theirs and I noticed after I got back and done with everything, they had not touched her food. Normally, it’s a contest. Amazing how instinctive dogs are. Maybe they’re hoping she’ll be back later to eat. Who knows.

**Once again the wonderful Blogger is being contrary and won’t let me put a picture up. Look at the Flickr.

Almost Her Time

It’s beginning to look like my 15 year old dog’s time is about up.

This morning, Chloe is not eating, not moving much and at this moment is staring at her bowl of water, taking sips now and then. She’s not wimpering or anything but it’s not like her, when the food comes out, for her not to attack it and then tell the other dogs when they may eat. She has thrown up once and her food is just sitting there.

Mr. Smiff cut her hair a week or so ago and we were able to see how thin she is. Even though she has been, up until today, eaten really good, apparently, she’s not holding her weight.

If I take her to the vet, they’ll want to put her through a bunch of tests, which, frankly, I can’t afford and don’t really see the point in putting a 15 year old dog through. I guess I know what I need to do. I guess I need to just call them, ask their over-the-phone opinion and do what needs to be done.

I hate this.

***Her little nearly blind eyes are telling me that she’s ready. I called our regular vet and they said they can’t see her today unless I want to drop her off. Um, no thanks. I called Dr. Flatt’s office and they said to bring her at 11:30. She’s so thin, I’m afraid she’ll break if I try to pick her up.

An Old Movie Review

I’m on an old movie roll here the last couple days. I go in spurts with TCM and I’ll have times where that’s all I’ll watch (not much else worth watching on regular tv anymore).

Yesterday evening, I had the 2 hour guilty pleasure of watching Valley of Decision. This is a great movie with Greer Garson, that other object of my old movie star desire, Gregory Peck (good grief, that man was sexy) Lionel Barrymore, Marsha Hunt, who reminds me a LOT of Lindsay Ferrier and then there was a young actress in the movie who played Hottie Gregory’s sometimes girlfriend and then wife and I knew there was something familiar about her and the very last scene it dawned on me who it was….a very young Jessica Tandy. I keep forgetting Jessica Tandy was not always old like Miss Daisy and Mrs. Threadgoode in Fried Green Tomatoes.

Anyway, the movie is about an Irish immigrant housekeeper Mary Rafferty (Greer Garson) who goes to work for the Scott’s, a very wealthy family who owns a steel mill that her father (Barrymore) worked for and ultimately lost his legs because of. Paul (Gregory Peck) falls in love with the cute housekeeper and instead of his family being against the union, it’s the bitter, curmudgeonly Barrymore (now there was an acting stretch…remember him as Mr. Potter in It’s A Wonderful Life?) who gets pissed off, disowns his daughter and places curses on her and Paul’s unborn children.

Because of a strike in the steel mill, some violence ensues, killing both Paul and Mary’s fathers and Mary gets all like “I can’t marry you” so he ends up marrying Jessica Tandy’s character, Louise. That Louise is a snobby, bitchy sort and at the end of the movie, dumps Paul (idiot) and Mary shows up and they ride off in their carriage into the sunset. Endings like that have ruined many a woman’s life, but, still, it’s a great movie and to see twenty something Gregory Peck clinching that purty jaw of his and being all sweet and crazy about poor Mary Rafferty is a nice way to waste one’s time.

Money, greed, love, violence, pride…this movie has it all. If it were made today, it would have a drug dealer and one of the brothers would be a flaming homosexual. Nothing wrong with the latter, just shows how times have changed since 1944.