My sweet Hansy Baby died yesterday morning. It was a VERY unexpected death and we're missing him here!
Please forgive me if I pause every few minutes to wipe the tears. My Hansy is no longer with us. Friday evening, at our bedtime, he began acting sick. I didn't think much of it - he sometimes gets gas-y and would need walked until he went to the bathroom. So, I made certain Aisey was sleeping and took my doggie outside. He ran all around the backyard, and acted like he was going to go to the bathroom a few times, but never did.
I brought him back in and gave him some water. It was a warm day, so I thought that could be the problem. He was panting.
I knew he was sick when he wouldn't eat the ice.
I spent the rest of the night worrying and walking him. I made certain to give him hugs and kisses and scratch his bum. I think I knew I was saying my good-byes.
He never went to the bathroom. Saturday morning, we called the vet first thing, and they said to bring him in. Just before the Hubby loaded him into the van, Miss Mia, Miz Aise and I went downstairs to tell Hansy we loved him.
That was he last I saw my sweet puppy. The Hubby said, upon reflection, that Hansy left us as the girls and I walked up the stairs.
He is now resting beside my cat, Fred. I'll have to find some special flowers to plant for him.
I now have the guilt of the "what if I would've taken him to the vet Friday night????" But, from the reading, I think Hansy was lost to us by then anyway. There have been times that Hansy had stomach issues and bloating. He was fortunate and didn't die from it. But, because he was older, it was less likely he would survive. The vet told the Hubby a dog over 6 is less likely to survive a bout of this, and German Shorthairs are prone to it. I'm not thinking at the moment, or I'd put the name in here.
I just know that I am missing him . . .
His wet kisses. Tripping over him in the kitchen. Yelling as he and Miss Mia share her dinner. Smiling as he would nuzzle Miz Aise. Laughing as Miss Mia would give him treats. Sighing as he chewed yet another piece of firewood into a pile of sticks in the living room. Feeling blessed that he would come running to check when one of the girls started a real cry (of pain or fear) and not one of their usual cries of orneriness or wanting dinner. Thanking God for such a patient dog as he endured Miss Mia pretending he was a horse. Loving that I had him for as long as we did.
Hans loved to have his bum scratched. He figured out a great way to trick our one cat, Simba, into scratching it for him . . . Simba loves sleeping on the arm of the couch. He is cranky when he doesn't get his sleep and will box ya. Hansy would go up to him and put that big nose right in Simba's face. Then, he would quickly turn around so his butt would get "boxed" by Simba. I was never able to get it on video, but it was one of the most hysterical things . . . Hans would keep it up and Simba never seemed to figure out he was being used!
Hans loved to sunbathe . . . and I would often come out of my office to see my doggie and both kitties hogging up all of the sun in the formal room.
One day, he got jealous because the cats were in my bed and he wasn't. It was a picture watching that clumsy oaf as he jumped up in my high bed and tried finding a place to lay. He decided he liked the floor best - but he would steal clothing and blankets sitting on my cedar chests or couches and make them into a bed.
There are so many more Hansy stories I could tell - like how he would stand on his hind legs and walk . . . freaking out my aunt one night - but I'm unable to think of them all at the moment.
Hansy, I'll miss you. You were a great doggie! Please know that I'll not let your sisters forget about you as they grow.
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