If you remember when Ian hit our area, I was in GA with my girlfriend Melissa, Lillie, my MIL Sue and her girlfriend. We arrived home the Sunday after Ian.
Our house had been kind of crazy that week with the impending hurricane. Lauren and Nathan were working around the clock, so we took in their dogs Max and Mattis, then the storm hit, we had no power, the house was hot, things were in disarray.
I didn’t take Callie to GA with me as she was having many ‘wobbly’ moments and our GA driveway/yard is steep and hard for her to navigate; plus I drove UP and was flying back. She would not be happy about air travel.
I arrived home as our friends were unpacking the contents of our flooded condo into Coach’s various garages. (this is the day I finally approved of all those oversized garages) Our friends came into the house to wash up before heading across the state (our power was restored that morning-so we had running water!) My girlfriend Marcia, who I’ve known since 10th grade, said I’m gonna say goodbye to Callie because it could be my last time to see her. I laughed because Marcia has been saying the same thing for three years.
Well, indeed it was the last time. Within two hours after I arrived home, the Coach and I rushed her to the emergency vet; it was to be her last day.
A few of you might remember when we adopted her in 2015. She was a bonafide Cow Herder who needed to retire because of health concerns. Well, it turns out that all her health concerns were taken care of almost immediately by us; heart worms, hook worms and an ear infection.
When she came to us she had never visited a Veternarian, lived in a house, had a bath….worker dogs aren’t taken care of like house dogs. It took her a minute, but she settled in nicely and enjoyed a temperpedic bed in every room just like an expensive designer dog.
She was so easy and the only thing she did wrong was dig into my area rugs the last few years. (I think she was trying to file her nails!)
Callie thought the Coach hung both the sun and the moon, but she and I shared sweet moments
Callie, like me was a big fan of bedtime. She followed me into our room every night and settled in her bed. Sometimes, she settled in too early; like if I went in our bathroom at 7pm to wash my face, she thought it was bedtime. She would follow me, settle in her bed and then when I departed, she looked confused, would drag herself out of her bed and follow me back into the family room or kitchen. She had this look on her face, like, lady, are we going to bed or not?
This usually happened a few times in an evening. She’d settle down in the family room on one of her comfy beds and patiently wait for me to head to bed for the final time so she could as well; it really wasn’t bedtime until The Mama went to bed.
That first week I would wake up and look for her in her bed; she slept next to me every night for the last seven years.
Her first 8 years she lived outside and worked all day. Her last seven years she really enjoyed her retirement with our family; she traveled to the beach, to the mountains and had every thing she needed especially unconditional love.
To quote our family: She was the GOODEST girl!