Yesterday was a very difficult day. We suddenly lost our 8 year old cocker Ellie to stomach cancer and IMHA. It was spent surrounded by the whole family, getting lots of pets, cuddling with her beloved squirrel, and dad even ordered an entire pizza for her just so she could have her favorite food: the crust.
I’m still heartbroken about this, I mean it’s only been a day without her. I bawled my eyes out on Thursday when I sat in with the call from the vet. I kept crying when we picked her up after they gave her as much IV as the could, as we all sat down together that night to tell the rest of the family the news, as everyone sat with her and just stayed with her. I cried all day Friday, and I’m crying again typing this.
The reason for this post is because I think it might help me and also… more people should see how good of a dog I had.
Every morning she’d run out of our parents room and try to trick me into feeding her a second breakfast. At 5:00 every night, she’d sit in the center of the living room and start crying for dinner an hour early. Whenever we ate dinner, she sat next to the table and burped to ask for food. Despite being “scolded” for being gross, it always worked. Her favorite food was pizza crust. She went CRAZY when she saw anyone eating pizza. She would watch for who was closest to finishing a slice because she knew we’d cave in and toss her the crust afterwards. Thor picks fights with the cat, and Ellie will always back him up the minute she hears the cat hiss. BUT if the cat is sitting next to the water bowl, Ellie couldn’t drink from it! She’d just cry until the cat moved. She played hide and seek, but ONLY with Jaylin and dad. She had a specific howl she ONLY used when dad went outside to do yard work without her. Her favorite toy was a stuffing-less squirrel. She chewed it up, played with it, cuddled with it when she slept, and brought it to us when we arrived at home. She loved rubber ducks too. She loved to swim in the pool and rubber ducks were her pool-toy of choice. She could smile! which she’s doing in most of these photos. (Could be mistaken for panting but those two are distinctively different faces for her.) she wormed her way into the last family photo we took (two days before her sudden decline in health.) she saw we were all taking a photo and she sat RIGHT in the middle of us and smiled at the camera.
She hadn’t been able to eat for three days but when her favorite two people offered her one pizza crust she ate half of it and licked at the other half. She even managed to make us all LAUGH on her deathbed by burping afterwards.
She impacted our lives so heavily and that’s only the TIP of the iceberg. Our entire home schedules somehow revolved around her, even in the tiniest ways. I’m still instinctively looking at the top of the couch, wanting to tell her to get off the headrest. Sighing and not hearing her huff back in response. Pushing food back on the counter so she can’t reach it. Closing Thor’s cage door so she won’t eat his food. It’s all just silent.
She was the definition of a Good Dog. Our family has never gone through something like this, and we’re all still figuring out how to get through it. But we know we’ll be okay. It’ll be a lot quieter, and a lot less silly around here.. but it’ll be okay eventually.
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Yesterday was a very difficult day. We suddenly lost our 8 year old cocker Ellie to stomach cancer and IMHA. It was spent surrounded by the whole family, getting lots of pets, cuddling with her beloved squirrel, and dad even ordered an entire pizza for her just so she could have her favorite food: the crust.
I’m still heartbroken about this, I mean it’s only been a day without her. I bawled my eyes out on Thursday when I sat in with the call from the vet. I kept crying when we picked her up after they gave her as much IV as the could, as we all sat down together that night to tell the rest of the family the news, as everyone sat with her and just stayed with her. I cried all day Friday, and I’m crying again typing this.
The reason for this post is because I think it might help me and also… more people should see how good of a dog I had.
Every morning she’d run out of our parents room and try to trick me into feeding her a second breakfast. At 5:00 every night, she’d sit in the center of the living room and start crying for dinner an hour early. Whenever we ate dinner, she sat next to the table and burped to ask for food. Despite being “scolded” for being gross, it always worked. Her favorite food was pizza crust. She went CRAZY when she saw anyone eating pizza. She would watch for who was closest to finishing a slice because she knew we’d cave in and toss her the crust afterwards. Thor picks fights with the cat, and Ellie will always back him up the minute she hears the cat hiss. BUT if the cat is sitting next to the water bowl, Ellie couldn’t drink from it! She’d just cry until the cat moved. She played hide and seek, but ONLY with Jaylin and dad. She had a specific howl she ONLY used when dad went outside to do yard work without her. Her favorite toy was a stuffing-less squirrel. She chewed it up, played with it, cuddled with it when she slept, and brought it to us when we arrived at home. She loved rubber ducks too. She loved to swim in the pool and rubber ducks were her pool-toy of choice. She could smile! which she’s doing in most of these photos. (Could be mistaken for panting but those two are distinctively different faces for her.) she wormed her way into the last family photo we took (two days before her sudden decline in health.) she saw we were all taking a photo and she sat RIGHT in the middle of us and smiled at the camera.
She hadn’t been able to eat for three days but when her favorite two people offered her one pizza crust she ate half of it and licked at the other half. She even managed to make us all LAUGH on her deathbed by burping afterwards.
She impacted our lives so heavily and that’s only the TIP of the iceberg. Our entire home schedules somehow revolved around her, even in the tiniest ways. I’m still instinctively looking at the top of the couch, wanting to tell her to get off the headrest. Sighing and not hearing her huff back in response. Pushing food back on the counter so she can’t reach it. Closing Thor’s cage door so she won’t eat his food. It’s all just silent.
She was the definition of a Good Dog. Our family has never gone through something like this, and we’re all still figuring out how to get through it. But we know we’ll be okay. It’ll be a lot quieter, and a lot less silly around here.. but it’ll be okay eventually.
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Some pose and clothing fold practice with Peter B <3
(His hair looks really weird in the first one RIP)
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Every artist who sees this post should do the following:
- Watch the video.
- Follow the instructions
- Reblog
I can’t stress you enough about how important these exercises are for your drawing hand. You don’t wanna get CTS of Tendonitis and similar stuff that will prevent you from making art or even hold a pencil.
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