I figure this is as good a place as any to share the memories now. After all, this blog is celebrating TY. I ate a popsicle last night. I did not have to put the stick in a covered trash can 🙁 I had to have trash cans with lids in all my rooms. Tissues, q tips, candy wrappers, Ty loved them all. I would throw something in only to watch him dig it out. He then figured out how to flip open the lids. I always had to go retrieve my popsicle sticks from his mouth. My stick was still in the trash this morning. I was thinking today how big of a hole is here now with him gone. There is not a room that does not have a memory of his presence. This was his home and he LIVED here. He was allowed on the furniture and he begged at the table. Bad manners, maybe, but I think he enjoyed life. I used to say that there is no bad day when you are a Lab. He was so happy. I think I will start trying to be more Lab. The other thing that he ate was an entire tree of cheap glass Christmas ornaments. We used to have a weekend house that was in the middle of nowhere. I had put up a tree and used Dollar General balls. This was his first Christmas and I suppose they looked good. We were miles from a vet. He never even got sick. I am not sure he actually managed to swallow any, but rather just crushed them up. His tail could clear off the bottom of a Christmas tree in a heartbeat. Swish, splat, splat! When guests came, I tried to stand between his tail and the tree. I miss his big thumping tail. I could hear it as soon as I walked in the door. I called it happy tail syndrome. I am surprised that he never broke it as hard as he would thump it against things. I even miss his over enthusiastic greetings. If he was outside, he would jump up and throw his entire body sideways against me. He had enough strength to knock me over if I wasn’t prepared. I know, I know, bad manners. He was just always so happy to see his people come home. He was a precious soul and I miss him every minute. My life was made infinitely better because he was a part of it.
I love your celebrations of Ty’s life – and agree with your decision to be more lab 🙂
Linda and Tucker
Not bad manners in my house tat my dog allows me to share with them!! Yep! That’s howit’s always been with me too! My dogs let me sit in “their” chair and let me sleep with them in “their” bed!!
Yeah, not havng to worry aout them getting into the trash…dull and boooring!
I LOVE hearing your stories about Ty! You write in such a “visual” way and I love “seeing” him do these things!
I love that you’re going to be more Lab. And you’re right, there are no bad days when you’re a Lab. Ty was Lab through and through…..or Lab was Ty through and through!!
We miss him too Lori. But we love getting to know him and all the wonderful reasons you love him so! It just reminds us all that being a “tripawd” is just a small, small part in the magnificent lives of our dogs.
This is such a great blog Lori. Keep ’em coming!!
You’re making Ty sproud! At least when he’s wagging his tail now it wn’t hurt him…it’s just thumping up against Angel Wings.
LOVE!
Sally and Happy Hannah
Bhahhaha! OMD the image of him chomping on Christmas ornaments is totally crazy!! WOW!
I SO LOvE these stories, I love how Ty’s presence is so strong in your heart and in your life. It’s hard to accept that he’s physically not there but his energy is there and it’s strong, I can feel it from here. Those popsicle sticks, those q-tips, all of them, they’ll always have Ty’s memory gracing them. It’s nutty how even things like this can remind us of our loved one isn’t it? But it’s just proof that they meant SO MUCH and changed our lives for the better in so many ways.
LOVE these stories about Ty! I am so glad you are sharing them with us and putting a real face on a beautiful guy!!! He was so much more than that awful ‘c’ thing and I love hearing about his escapades. I hope that this blog is as cathartic for you as mine is for me. Keep sharing!!!
We had the same issue with trashcans in our home too… I had to put phone books on top of the trash since even the ones with the closed lids, Shelby could get into … and the bathroom – I had a hair rubberband around the cabinet since “someone” liked to get gross nasties out of the trash… there is one story that I may or may not share on the blog. For 18 and older only! 🙂
Thank you for sharing with us Lori!!!! Sending you so much love!
Alison and her Shelby fur-ever in her heart