Rocky & Rusty
Rocky and Rusty are my dogs away from home that live at Mom's house. We got Rocky when I was in high school and Rusty shortly after Scottie was hit by a car when I was home during my freshman year of college for Thanksgiving. (Not to replace Scottie of course but to give Rocky someone to boss around play with.)
I love those boys. They are a hoot. They are really good with Ella. Rusty lets Ella pull his hair and slap him in the face repeatedly. Rocky not as much but he will do ANYTHING for attention so he takes one for the team most of the time.
This morning Rusty passed away. About 36 hours ago he showed signs of being very sick. Last night his kidneys shut down and they told Mom he had been poisoned by something. They think it was a Sego palm tree. The same Sego palm tree that Ella Mae, Mom's grandmother gave her years ago. We have had that thing forever and we moved it with us when we moved to a new home.
I called Mom to ask about Rusty this morning and she started crying and hung up. She texted me after and told me he passed away and they (Mom & Michael) were taking Rocky to the animal hospital because he isn't eating. They want to make sure he isn't poisoned too. The hospital said he has blood in his stool so they are keeping him to watch him. I am hoping Rocky just isn't eating because he knows something happened to Rusty. Both situations are still horrible. :(
So after this news I was kind of numb. I haven't cried yet because I think I am still in shock. I am more worried about Mom than anything else.
So.....
I "emo-dialed" Wall-E's new owners to check on him. I have avoided anything Wall-E related because I don't want to worry about him. I don't want to miss him. I want to accept Jeremy's level of patience. But the truth is I do miss him. Every time I see a dog that looks like him I get knots in my stomach. If you are new to my blog, Wall-E is our old dog that we gave to Jeremy's friend because Wall-E was a hot mess and to summarize- Jeremy hated him. I loved him. He was Marley's destructive TWIN! He was a hyper mess.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: "Hi this is Jeremy's wife, Felicia. How are you?"
Him: "Hi Felicia! I am good."
Me: "I am actually calling to check on Wall-E. How is he doing?"
Him: "Wall-E is good."
Then I just got to the point...
Me: "Is he living inside or outside? Does he play with your daughter a lot? How is your wife doing with him? Do you still run with him?"
Him: Hesitating a minute "Wall-E lives outside but we play with him everyday. We take him on walks a lot and my daughter likes him."
Me: "Oh ok good. I was just calling because my mother's dog passed away this morning and she mentioned that if Wall-E wasn't a good fit for y'all, she could take him."
Him: "Oh..."
Me: "Only if he isn't a good fit though."
Him: "I keep meaning to ask you about Wall-E's bark collar. Does it need a new battery? He barks in the middle of the night sometimes at 2:00 and 3:00 AM."
Me: Smiling because that was my crazy Wall-E "Well I kind of took the battery out awhile ago because I tested the shock collar on myself and I thought I almost died."
Him: "Oh so where do I get a battery?"
Me: "Um you will probably have to buy a new collar. I don't know what kind of battery it is. Sorry. Just let me know if he isn't a good fit because Mom would love to have him. I'll talk to you later!"
Him: ".......ok bye"
Yep. That happened. I hung up irrated he is concerned with a bark collar but the truth is Wall-E probably needs one. I wish he lived inside like I was told he would. But Wall-E is...Wall-E. He is a hard dog with a ton of personality. I shouldn't be judgemental. I just want Wall-E to be living in pure bliss.
........
When Scottie passed away I emo-dialed too. Whoever found (but I think hit) him left a message on our answering machine and I called her back right after I heard it. At 2:00 AM! I had just came home from hanging out with friends and my parents were out of town. She didn't answer of course and my voicemail that I left for her was something like:
"Hiii" The sobs started. "You found my dog? Is he ok? Did he make it?" And I had to pause because I was completely aware that he hadn't made it. "Well call me back please. Is he ok???????"
She never did.
I don't blame her. My voicemail probably scared her for life. ha! Plus I was 19 years old and I am sure that was the most dramatic voicemail she had ever received. The next day a police officer brought me Scottie's collar.
So anyway I've blabbed on about this. Two things you need to take from this:
1. Please pray for Rocky. Rocky is my little man with a short-man complex. He is the bully of the neighborhood and they need him to keep them in line. He is 11 or 12 and although he has had a wonderful life, I am not ready to say goodbye to him too. Who will bark at us when we arrive at Mom's house. Who will run around in circles when I have food in my hand?
2. Do not under any circumstances answer a phone call from me within 24 hours after one of my dogs passes away. I warned you. :)