| | My dog Cali of 9 years passed away at 2:48pm today. My mom and I were driving to the hospital so I could hold her while they put her to sleep. But, she died about 20 minutes before we got there. She already had a heart attack in the early morning, but they resuscitated her. That’s fine with me that she died before I got there. I don’t think I could’ve handled seeing her die in front of my eyes.
My mom already prepared herself. She’s not the type of person to cry over a dog. But she is going to miss Cali a lot. Since my mom falls asleep on the couch a lot, Cali would be the one to wake her up to go to bed.
My dad, he’s going to miss Cali the most. Cali was his little black shadow, she’d always follow his ankles around the house. Whenever Cali would hear the sound of the tape dispenser and the rustle of paper she’d know it was time to haul ass to the mail box.
I’m going to miss her presence the most. That cute jingle of the 3 three tags on her collar, the clicking and taps of her nails on the wood floor. Whenever the door bell rang she’d be the first there. Or whenever you’d say “leash” or “walk” or rustle her chain leash she’d loose her mind wanting to get out of the house.
That saying is so true: “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.” So incredibly true.
I’m still in denial about the whole thing. I still hoped for a muffled whine or thump from that box that she rested in. When I was watching her late Saturday night when she was sick and vomiting. I kept telling her, “No.. it’s not your time Cali. You’re supposed to be my immortal dog, you’re supposed to bounce back.” I thought she was going to die from just being really old, not from being sick. But I guess I was just being selfish.
It’s going to be so different now. Quiet.
No cute little black and white face to greet me in the morning. No wiggling body happy to see me when I come home from school.
If the whole world hated me, she’d be there to lick the tears off of my face.
I’m trying not to cry about it anymore. Trying to remember the good times, smiling. She always glowed with love and happiness. She was 9, about 75 in human years. But she never acted her age or looked it. Everyone always thought she was a puppy.
I didn’t want to see her body. I was scared I’d freak out or try to run away with it to do some black magic to revive her.
As my dad was digging the hole we reminisced about Cali. We shared some good tears and memories.
We buried her in our backyard on top of our big hill, to the left in the sun.
We buried her in her favorite bed basket. I didn’t know if I should keep her collar or not. My dad said it was best to have it on her so when we all go to heaven all we had to do was listen for that jingle to find her. We also put her red harness and metal link leash in her basket since she loved to walk so much.
I put the first soil on her. I told her I loved her so much and left. I couldn’t watch as my dad filled the rest of the hole with dirt.
I half-heartedly wished she would’ve waited for me before she died so I could say goodbye. But earlier this week she kept waking me up in the middle of the night and she also wanted to go to my parents’ room. Maybe she knew it already.
But now, she’s free from pain. All the pain. She had a bad heart and leg. But those didn’t stop her from enjoying life. Even with those problems she could still out run you. I believe the main cause of her death was pancreatitis. It was mentioned before when she got sick a couple years ago. It might have been genetics, she was a mixed breed.
Thank you to all my friends who prayed for Cali. It really meant a lot to me and my family and Cali.
You were there for me half of my life.
Until we see you on the other side Ms. Cali, we’ll think of you everyday.
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