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Audrey Semprun, 23 Mar '13

Spring’s Heart Song:

Connie loves attention. She dances on the floor. We tell her that she's pretty, and she dances more.

Spring is finally here. It’s a time of joy for the change of seasons, and a time for change, again. For everything there is a season. A time to laugh, and a time to cry: A time to reap and a time to sow: A time to live, and a time to die.

This is all true, but I'm about sick of telling my little friends goodbye. Period. I shouldn't fuss though. At least they aren't human... But to me they are much more than human anyway, they are family; my family to be more exact. Don't get me wrong, I really do care about people, but anyone knows, family is family.

It wasn't all that long ago that I had to tell Rufus goodbye. That was a hard one. There he was, just hanging out, but I saw that something was terribly wrong. There was no redeeming the situation. Rufus was gone within a couple of hours.

Then there was Dewey. He was my cockatiel. When he first came to live with me a friend warned me that the bird would most likely outlive me. She must have been talking about a different species of bird because Dewey didn't outlive me at all. He just face-planted one day just out of no-where. Plop, dead. Except I didn't even hear him. I just discovered him in his cage; lifeless and irretrievably gone. He's my little mascot on Twitter when I want to just hang out. He's Tweet at @atwitoratweet. Such a beautiful little bird. He thought that he was a watchdog. Too funny! He would cheep and squawk if there was anyone on the property. I miss him a lot. I have two little parakeets, but it's just not the same.

What am I, morbid, or what? Can't I find something better to write about?

Truth is, I haven't been writing at all. I'm finally back to work. And I do mean finally! I was out of work for a year after getting canned. Now I'm back at what I was doing with oxygen and all that chaos. I'm not ungrateful, just busy! Except for I'm exhausted.

The job is challenging, and the schedule is hard on this old body, but what's worse is the stress. It's not easy to jump into a new job that has extreme demands all the while being kept up many nights throughout the week with my ailing dog.

That's right. Another family pet is going to be departing and there is nothing that I can do about it. But this isn't just any old dog. She has been with us since she was about three months old... Same as Rufus. She was two weeks younger than Rufus, (or was she two weeks older than Rufus?) and came to live with us the day before Rufus did.

It all started out when we lost Banjo. He was our trusted friend and golden retriever. Banjo was a rescue dog. He lived with us from the time that he was a year old until he lost the battle with extreme allergies at about ten years old. We were dog-less until out little four year old daughter told her daddy that she just couldn't live her life without a dog.

Well, that started the search for just the right puppy for Sara. It had to be a girl, she said, and pretty. We found Connie Dog at a breeder's house. She was a special breed of Shiatsu Chihuahua, and Yorkie, all in this soft, and cuddly ball of fur. She looks like a Shiatsu, but has a softer and more petite face and a tiny body. She weighs all of ten pounds and has been the smartest and friendliest dog a person could ever ask for.

So, anyway, once we found the perfect dog for Sara it was only right to find an equally perfect dog for her two older brothers, who were about eleven and thirteen at the time. We went to the pound and found one puppy, but he didn't last the day. He wanted to eat Connie. Then we found Rufus. He was always good to the tiny little one that lived in the house, while he got to stay outside and watch over us all.

I wrote a series of children's stories all based on our sweet little Connie Dog... who is dying.

How do I let her go? I have no choice. Sara says put her down. My husband says that the Lord knows her days. And me? I say, "Come on, Connie. It's time for your medicine." And Connie, well, she dances.

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