Janet's Tribute

On May 5, 2005, we had to make the difficult decision to put our black Labrador-Chow named Janet to rest. She was 14 years old. During the last few weeks of her life, she became extremely finicky and I was almost standing on my head trying to get her to eat. When she stopped eating and drinking completely, we took her to the vet. The vet said that she could feel a mass in Janet's abdomen, hear pneumonia in her lungs and found evidence of diarrhea in her stool. According to the vet, she also had congestive heart failure and pain in her spine. In addition, she had lost almost twenty pounds and she seemed to be in pain every time I tried to pet her. In retrospect, I now see the signs that I should have seen earlier that she wasn't well. She stopped greeting me at the door when I came in. She stopped wagging her tail when I petted her. She slept so much of the time that I felt I had to make her go outside so she could get fresh air. She had problems sitting down and getting up, but I thought that this was due to the arthritis that we were treating with Metacam. The vet said that she was in a lot of pain and I hope that she didn't think I was being mean to her to not realize she was suffering. I hope she realized that I still loved her. I hope that her lack of enthusiasm and affection for me didn't mean that she started to love me less.I hope that she is somewhere with lots of grass, bright sunshine, a pond, and a cool breeze. She loved running, chasing birds, swimming in the bayou and being outdoors. I hope she eats all the stuff that she wants -- dog bones, food scraps and even the gross stuff that I never understood (mud, frogs, flying insects and snotty tissues, ugh). I hope she has someone to rub her on her favorite places -- under her chin, behind her ears, on her belly and right above her tail. I hope she has someone to play tug-of-war and chase with her.She would sit at my feet and lean the weight of her body against my legs. I think it was her way of hugging me since she had no arms. I had to brace myself for 60+ pounds of weight or I would lose my balance. She liked to nuzzle with her head between my legs. She was either being affectionate or freaky, I couldn't tell which. She also would crawl under my desk and sleep at my feet when I was on the computer. She followed me everywhere -- even to the bathroom. She slept in my bedroom on the side of my bed. When she became frightened during thunderstorms, I would soothe her until she calmed down. Besides thunderstorms, she was also afraid of vacuum cleaners. She would run away from it every time I cleaned the living room. When she had her epileptic seizures, I did what I could to help her get through them. She loved eating table scraps that we would mix in with her dog food. Because she had epilepsy, we also added a Phenolbarbitol pill to meat twice a day. She came to expect her pill in the morning and the evening and would wait in the kitchen until she received it. However, it was a trick to get her to eat the meat without spitting out the pill. Now, I feel like I'm wasting food to just throw it in the trash.
She was a good watchdog. I felt safe being alone in the house with her. She had such a deep bark that she should have scared off any would-be intruders. I felt safe answering the door to strangers with a large black dog snarling at my side. (Yeah, this is my dog. And what might YOU want?) I also felt safe going for walks with her. For sure, I didn't have to worry about guys hitting on me.If someone even set foot on the front sidewalk, she would know it. She went berserk for at least half an hour after the meter man or lawn care guy came by.
I remember one occasion in which she protected me from a threat. I was taking her for a walk down the bayou. Dogs appeared from a neighboring yard and started growling at us. I was worried that they would attack her or me. Janet put her body between the mean dogs and myself and growled back at them. She provided a buffer for me while I retreated back to the house.She was popular with other dogs in the neighborhood. Even though she was spayed, she routinely entertained "guests" in the backyard. In her earlier years, she would chase the other dogs away once she saw that we were watching her through the window (I really am doing my job and protecting the house, see?). As she got older, she let them hang around and play with her. I guess she figured what the hell. She was also talkative with other dogs in the neighborhood. Late at night, they would all carry on barking conversations that carried for blocks.
Even though she was 14, I still called her my puppy. Although I am considering getting another dog, no one will replace her. I want to also make sure that I don't get another dog too soon because it seems like that would be disrespecting her memory. She was such a jealous dog that she hated to see any other dog getting our attention. I think it would hurt her feelings to know that another dog was getting her attention.