Two years before I was to be born the greatest dog of all time was born, she was beaten up by children so she hated children. My grandparents took her in when she was one year old from the pound. She is a full breed German shepherd with the perfect length tail, nose and perfect height. Perfect for a dog show. Then i was born at the same time as her first litter, only one of her two born puppies survived. I wasn’t barked at by her at all. When I learned to walk and was getting sleepy, I’d get a bottle of milk from my grandparents and I’d cuddle at Sissi’s tummy And I’d fall asleep, Sissi wouldn’t move cause she was afraid to wake me up. I had somehow taken the place of the pup that survived since she was adopted away to the blind school where she’d be taught to help the blind. Sissi looked at me like a daughter, cared for me as a daughter, worried over me like a daughter, love me as her own. -laugh- when I started liking music and singing she’d listen to me and eventually fall asleep at my feat. I gave up singing though because everyone said I was no good. I would see Sissi every summer since I moved away to the Netherlands, away from my dog mother, so on holidays I’d visit my grandparents and Sissi. I’d go for walks with Sissi and my grandma in the forest, sometimes with my grandpa too. Later on she had a litter of puppies. 5 healthy puppies, not one was a runt. I was the only kid that was allowed close to them. I’d wake up at night and move into their cage and fall asleep among the five puppies and Sissi. She didnt mind as long as I didn’t wake them up. They were also sent away to the blind society. I missed them like brothers and sisters… But Sissi didn’t leave, she’d always be there for me.
When I was bullied in school and Sissi was visiting me in the Netherlands with my grandparents she’d be all growly and upset because she knew I was in pain. One day I decided to go on a walk alone with her and I met my bullies. They were going to hurt me physically this time. Sissi would have none of that and attacked them. She didnt bite them just frightened them. Then I ran home with her close on my heals and didnt ever tell anyone what happened afraid they’d take Sissi away from me.
in Norway I’d go with my grandparents to the summerhouse sometimes taking Sissi with us along with the cat BamsePus and sometimes my dog if she was in Norway with me. There I’d put on the water spreader and run through in a bikini. Sissi and Stefie would run with me and play. They’d enjoy it most on warm days, I once went there in the winter and had a snowball fight with Sissi. I’d throw snowballs at her and she’d try to knock me over into a heap of snow. She was an angle of a dog. Always careful.
But there was one time she bit me. It was summer and I was visiting my grandparents again. We decided to go down to the beach, I jumped into the water and was swimming towards the raft, on my way back I noticed Sissi had broken loose from her leash somehow, jumped into the water and was paddling towards me. Ofcourse I’d heard her howling, barking and whining when I was in the water but thought nothing of it. She bit my hand and started dragging me towards the shore. She left a scar on my hand but that was ok, she was just worried when I was in the water. That’s why I am now a competitive swimmer so that I can prove to her I am very good at swimming.
the last time I saw her was at the summer house in Norway. She had gotten stomach cancer. She’s 12 years old and I am 10. She would only eat her food if it was out of my hands. Otherwise she’d just stare at it. When it was time for me to return to the Netherlands my grandparents called the vet and had him put her to sleep so she wouldn’t suffer anymore. They did that on her favourite blanket outside the house so that she’d be comfortable.
I should have been there for her but instead I left to the Netherlands again. That’s why I hate it here and since the day she died everything has gone down hill. Now Stefie is dying aswell… She lives with my grandparents now since I don’t have time to take proper care of her. I wish I had time but it’d just make things worse for her and me. But when Stefie dies, so do I.
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This is sad, sweetheart, but you can bear it. Be gentle.
How can I bear it? It’s so hard to do… It might have been 5 years ago but I still mourn her like it was today.
you can do this i know it sucks but you can make it through it im sure Steffie and Sissi would want you to live on happy.
But is it remotely possible for me to even go visit my grandparents without hearing her paws padding on the floor during the night, waking me up and also Stefie daring to go down the stairs clicking her claws every step because of her weird waddle and see Sissi worry and whimper and growl softly when I go down there? Is it?
Aww your dog was so awesome…but like the others have said, I’m sure they’d want you to keep living. Maybe you can get another dog to care for who’d care for you.
Unfortunately some pets don’t live as long as we do. My sister’s cats are gone and I really liked them. While I like pets, I don’t think I could keep them myself since they’re a lot of work…but perhaps when my life is more settled down I might.
My friend got me another dog actually. Her name is Gitli.
She reminds me A LOT about Sissi… But it’s just not the same.
Gitli means dog in Cherokee. I chose the name for her without even knowing.
He just asked “what would you call a girl dog if she looked like this?” And he sent a pic of her.
She’s a gorgeous dog. He’s taking care of her for now but that’s alright.
I still miss Sissi so much though… Gitli could never replace her.
Gitli is just another pet who I’m going to love and then she’ll die and shatter my heart again.
@ Sissi
Indeed the loss of a pet is like the loss of a person-sometimes worse because pets can be better than humans. Death is not something that we discuss in our society which is why it’s so difficult for people to cope with.
I lost a person very close to me two years ago. We had great times together over the 10 years we knew each other. It was very hard and painful at first but then I began to accept that death is a normal part of life. The main thing is to enjoy being with that friend (animal or human) and know at some point it will come to an end.
Yes Gitli will never replace Sissi, but I’m sure you’ll also have great experiences with the new dog as well. If losing a pet affects you far too much-since some people are more sensitive than others, then it’d be best not to have one and give her away.
I could never give Gitli away!
She’s my little sweet pup who was mistreated and didn’t get the proper love and care to give her!
Her previous family didnt even go to the vet cause of her teeth…
They even named her Fancy. Ugh. Stupid people, I hate people, I don’t like humans, the guy I love dislikes humans as much as I do I think. I suppose we keep each other sane, Gitli is a too good doggy to just be given away to a random family who might hurt her again! I’ll keep having pets no matter how much it hurts me just so they can have a chance at having a nice life. But…. I suppose they’ll eventually kill me because of the pain, but it’ll be worth it in the end I suppose because I gave those animals a chance to have a nice life. I might cry for every single pet I’ve ever had but that’s because atleast I truly care about them. You can’t just buy a new dog the day after the other died, that’s just wrong. *voice breaks and sobs*
@ Sissi
Aww don’t be sad hun. My post above was really just about thinking practically. Pets are wonderful but you shouldn’t sacrifice your own life and happiness for theirs.
I was simply saying if the loss of a pet makes you suicidal then you should consider not having or or maybe have a pet that you won’t feel as strong an attachment-like a goldfish or something.
Also I never suggested buying a dog the next day to replace the one you lost. We all need to grieve over our loved ones first, then we move on.
Of course if you were to give Gitli away, you’d want her to go to a wonderful home that would care for her. But if you prefer to keep her that’s obviously your decision.
Sometimes pets can become an emotional rollercoaster, they make you happy when they’re alive and sad when they’re gone. But they will always be a part of you. I still care about my sisters’ cats that are gone and wouldn’t really want another cat to replace them. I think it’s one reason I’ve avoided getting pets maybe.
I had a few goldfish, got attached to Lucky, Goldy and Snowy aswell. I get very easily attached to animals even if its just a gold fish that likes swimming around my fingers. Well, I’m going to be a vet and a vet works on making animal lives better so that’s what I’m doing.
I’ve been grieving 5 years though…
Everyone their own way of doing things…
I suppose I’m kinda hoping that Sissi’s soul wil be in one of the pets I adopt. I know it sounds silly but that’s what I hope.