It’s been almost week since I lost my Dottsie, she died of rat poison, it was deliberate. My nearest neighbors are a quarter mile away, one is Amish, they do not use rat poison, they were most sympathetic. The other side is also a quarter mile away works for my veterinarian has lots of dogs and no, she does not use rat poison. Between the did a poisoned rodent travel half a mile to my home to be eaten by my smallest dog and the pry marks on the back door, I’m guessing another attempted burglary (I have had three in 10 years, two resulted in pet murders by poison). There isn’t enough evidence for the sheriff, there are vet bills and a sad dog funeral though. Last time the would be thief damaged the garage door which costs a lot to replace, the damage was bad enough that repair was not an option, but, the dog was safe. This time...they killed the dog and the others are distraught and very jittery. Especially Sadie who was Dottsie’s sister, they were almost one dog with eight legs and two heads (Dottsie being the smart one).
I found them both starving and covered in ticks back in 2014. They were born feral in a fox den. I managed to sneak up on them and snag Dottsie, who I then shoved into my jacket to keep her contained and quiet. I then waited and pounced on her sister who joined her sibling in my coat for the trip up the hill to the house. The vet determined them to be beagle/dachshunds and 11 weeks old. They were starving and dehydrated but in pretty good shape. I met their mother once a few weeks later, they look like their mom, Sadie more so than Dottsie. We put them in a kennel covered with a blanket to make them feel safe, their own private den. It took some time to get housebroken but the food and the safety of the new ‘pack’ was settling them down to a routine. Their ‘aunt’ Shippo was a big help in aiding their adjustment. We learned that Dottsie was the instigator, Sadie would go along. When Dottsie got in trouble, Sadie would join her for her ‘time out’ in their kennel. She hated to be away from her sister…
She’s having a hard time adjusting to life without Dottsie, she has made it clear she would prefer never to enter the kennel ever again, she cries. It used to be that both would come to me to request “bedtime” and a nice safe night in their personal den thank you very much and please lock the door. They had their little routine and they were happy with it (there must be treats at bedtime, one each). They were inseparable, they shared everything (even when they didn’t really want to). They ran rings around poor Shippo who put up with some pretty rambunctious behavior out of the pair of them.
Dottsie was a force to dealt with. She would slide up into your arms and kip on her back and look at you expectancy waiting for cuddles and tummy rubs. She would stick to you like glue if you tried to get up, she was determined you would cuddle her...now and no, you aren’t going anywhere. She was also quick to run to your side to lick and wag and cheer you up if you were crying. She couldn’t bear for me to cry, it broke her furry little heart. There was no lengths she wouldn’t go to to end my tears, she usually won too.
I keep trying to convince myself that the poison wasn’t deliberate, the cat a 14 year old hunter extraordinaire is fine, Dottsie is dead. Neville is a mouse’s worst nightmare, I’ve seen him eat three in an evening, he’s doing well for an old warrior. The woman down the road with a whole kennel with runs, her Jack Russell’s are all safe and sound. The Amish are breeding Cavalier’s in their barn, they’re all fine as is their roughed collie. My door has a notch in it and my dog is dead of poison, 8 years ago they killed the cat with rat poison and busted the front door (Chiquita the jindo made sure the didn’t get in), they split the frame, Chiquita made a spirited attempt to kill them. The pattern is the same, poison the dog...break in. They’ve failed three times (although they did steal Shippo’s baby pool 5 years ago) but it’s never ending.
I have lost all patience with the local tea party half wits and trumpnistas, do not get me started on the sovereign citizen libertarian compound across the creek. I’m pretty damn tired of the hypocrisy of the churches and the bigots. I spend a lot of time these days walking and thinking, and right now my head is a very dark place to be. Whatever or whoever happened to my dog got on my last nerve. I’m pretty much avoiding the human race currently due to an abnormally large volume of “pissing me right the fuck off” ignorance and stupidity. There is just too much pain being heaped on the helpless. Who can speak for the voiceless? Right now it’s going to have to be someone else….I’m bouncing between rage and despair. Dottsie went down pretty hard, it took days. If you hate me or want to rob me come at me, leave my furry children alone! I’m not even sure the rest of my pets are safe and it won’t happen again...and again...and again and I can’t even...no...please, I would die of a broken heart….no more.
Tuesday, May 29, 2018 · 11:29:04 PM +00:00
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Shippo1776
I went to be with Dottsie and ponder you’re generous offers. What to do, where best to watch for problems, how to protect my pack. My husband came to find me at the sycamore grove, he knew where I would go. The teachers took up a collection which also scored two trail cameras one of which will watch the driveway. The gist of it being, lots of people are looking to protect my fuzzy family. Thank you all for the support and the reminder that there are so many people who still shine through even now when things seem so hopeless. And by the weekend, the system will be watching (my bet is on the sovereign citizens, my son guesses the the guys with the home made tank traps in front of their house. Don’t ask….it’s a trump commando thing). Hopefully this will end the rein of degeneracy or at least give up the next creep to try it.