Rabbit? No- not hopping.
Cat? No- not slinkyish enough.
Dog? Crap. A tiny little dog.
Loose dogs are common in the country, but most of them have that "I know where I'm going" look about them. This one was frantic. Terrified. Abandoned. Every car that passed he'd run straight AT as though he was SURE "they" had come back for him- throwing him out of a moving vehicle had surely been a horrible mistake and they'dve realized by now he wasn't in the car with them.
Sighing with resignation I pulled over.
Brownish, matted, skinny, the little dog ran to within 5ft of me- just out of reach before realizing "YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER" and circled the car, not knowing what to do. Each time he circled (at a dead run), he came just a few inches nearer, and I knew what I had to do.
I waited, kneeling.
This doesn't seem like such a big deal, but at the time I was roughly 27 months pregnant, so it wasn't nearly as comfortable as may seem.
Finally he came close enough to briefly put his tiny paws on my knee and I swooped him up- expecting to be shredded to bits by nasty little teeth.
But he didn't.
I got back into the car and he crawled up over my enormous belly,cuddled in under my chin and was asleep in seconds- happy to have had his fate decided for him.
Sounds like a real Hallmark moment, doesn't it? Except he was covered in mats and ticks and fleas and had been rolling in something long-dead on the lakefront.
I arrived at work...late (as usual)...and stinky (luckily a rare occurrence).
After applying clippers and alot of flea spray and soap, we found an old poodle- the Vets guessed him at about 10 years old. He was thin, and had "poodle teeth", but no heartworms.
So he came home with me. I called all the area Vets and placed an ad in the paper- clearly he'd been used to being in someone's lap all the time. Nothing.
All I can think is that his owner had to go to a home, or died, and whoever inherited him dumped him, threw him, tossed him out of a moving vehicle.
He told me his name was Tiny Ramon the Magnificent, Ramon for short- he abhorred "Tiny".
He became my lap-warmer, and although he loved all people and never offered to bite anyone at anytime for any reason, woe to the dog or cat- no matter the size- that tried to come near me while he was in his spot on my lap. In the over ten years we had together, only one dog was allowed to share my lap with him- Oliva the mini dachshund who was another rescue even older than he was.
He would play fetch for hours.
I've never had a manicure and haven't been to a beauty shop for a professional haircut in almost 20 years. Ramon had a standing appointment every 6 weeks at Aunt Weegi's Poodle Salon- "For the poodle who really cares".
He was so cold-sensitive he'd seek out a sunny spot to lay in in the middle of July- in the winters he would crawl under the covers and curl up on my feet.
Several years ago he was diagnosed in heart failure and had to be on lasix periodically to keep his lungs clear.
About a month ago, Ramon had a stroke. I thought "This is IT".
But he rallied.
Blind in one eye, walking with a wobble, he still did the Happydance at breakfast and dinner times. So I lifted him up onto and off of the bed, and sat with him while he ate.
Last night he woke me up coughing, so I gave him some lasix.
This morning he could barely walk, and didn't want breakfast. I'm not entirely certain he could see me at all anymore.
It seemed that all his internal switches were turning off, one by one.
He spent the morning in my lap while I did my computer stuff, as usual.
He watched me fold laundry curled up on his pillow, and I promised him I'd spend the afternoon holding him.
I went to take a shower, and ten minutes later when I came out, the last switch had quietly turned off and he was gone.
Guessed at ten when I found him, he warmed my lap and my heart for almost eleven years, which made Ramon...older than dirt.
For years it was a family joke that at the End of Times all that would be left would be cockroaches, and Tiny Ramon- their King.
Right now I do feel as though it's the End of Times- my heart breaks and I wonder how I can sit without him in my lap, come home without him dancing at the door, sleep without him firmly snuggled against me.
Right now, I don't know.
