She was Doug's half sister, went to see the pups and oh said if you want another you should get her. There was 3 to choose from the other 2 were prettier and had much nicer heads, but there was a step none of the others could get up it,. But Moo did I liked her style, determination and confidence.
Reminds me of the first German Pointer I had, they were all solid liver and all looked the same, so I chose the smallest and the ugliest and learned later that she was the first pup to go up the stairs! She was a very special dog but in those days I didn't know what I know now and I could have done so much more with her. She was a defiant little B, had a mind of her own, but was the best dog ever.
I did think about rehoming Moo because I felt she needed more than a pet home. I spoke to a trainer about and they said shes happy with you she's in the right place. She was never an easy dog but she was very happy one.
It's interesting isn't it? I was able to visit Cassie from the age of 3 weeks, so plenty of time to observe the whole litter on a weekly basis (sitting outside with a cup of tea in the sunshine watching puppies play -- happy days) She was one of the smallest, had the head most like her lovely Mum. She was often the last to leave the nest and when she did so would often trundle off about her own affairs. It's hard to define but I liked that she seemed to be her own girl, and I remember once someone saying that little one over there has a good nose. It's impossible to know but perhaps she was born with quite a strong independent streak.
I do wonder if we see something of ourselves in them and admire it. Even in her worst moments I had to admire her style and determination.
Rory is doing much better now I'm just being gentle with him. He won't use her bed but sleeps next to it. He's stopped looking for her and I've stopped organising stuff round her in my head. Rory's tummy had settled and he's keeping me company but not as close and desperately as he was. I miss her tiny head in my hands and the way she used lean her whole head into my palms so that I could rub her chin and ears she was just so small. Im getting there slowly but it's not good. I keep remembering her doing her stuff and laughing. She was just so funny and so totally silly
I think it really helps to be able to remember a pet (or human) and laugh and smile, it helps the healing I think. Moo's given you so many good memories and funny stories, it's a wonderful thing.
Just Been doing a bit of reading about doggie grief. Rory was worrying me he's seems very tired. I wondered if he was ill but it seems that they can get this as part of their grieving process. I still keep an eye on him but I feel a little less concerned. im very stressy at the moment and my anxiety is making me daft and my imagination is running away with me. I don't like having one dog I'm finding I don't feel comfortable or secure. I don't like having in one doggy but don't want to get another. Mmmmmm complicated.
