Someone’s moving in next door to me. When I got up this morning I saw a U-Haul truck out in front of the apartment. Two young guys are moving things in. I saw a woman of indeterminate age outside at one point.
So I guess I’ll find out who they’ve rented the apartment to in due time. Apparently the apartment manager’s last day of work was Friday, thank goodness.
How I Named Charlie & Abi:
Annette wanted to know yesterday how I named Charlie and Abi. So I will tell you that story today.
Abi came to be with us just before Charlie. They were about a month apart in age and came from different places. Abi was born in August 2006, and Charlie was born in September 2006.
My husband at the time did not want dogs from a rescue. He said he dealt with “rescue patients”, or some words to that effect, at the state mental hospital every day. And he didn’t want dogs like them.
I’d just lost Pepper, a black Chihuahua rescue I’d brought home when I volunteered at an animal shelter. He was 7, and no one wanted to adopt a senior dog. Pepper, as someone had named him, had a hard time with the bigger dogs loud barking at the animal shelter.
As no one else would take him, and he’d been brought back to the shelter several times, I adopted him.
He lived to be 13 and was just precious. He lives in my heart and always will. My ex didn’t have much of a say about him. I was miserable knowing I had to leave him at night and he had to go be with the bigger dogs.
During the day I volunteered as a receptionist there, and I would bring him to the front with me. Sadly I don’t have any photos of him now.
That same month I lost Pepper I lost my best friend, who just happened to be my first husband’s mother. She had become sick and told me she “would go and take care of Pepper for me.” So I was reeling from both their deaths just weeks apart.
In August I was ready for another dog, so we got Abi. I liked the name Abigail, though of course it was shortened to Abi Rose.
The name Rose came from the fact that Tyler, where we lived, is the rose capital. Tyler, Texas is known as the “Rose Capital of America.”
Bringing Charlie Home:
I brought Charlie home in September. This is how he got his name.
My best friend, as I mentioned above, was an only child. Her beloved father’s name was Charlie Ross. Her name was Charlyce, a twist on his name.
I wanted Charlie to be named for them. He just happened to be born on her birthday.
Charlie Saw His Regular Vet A Week Before:
I did take Charlie to his regular vet the week before he was, what do you call it, put to sleep? Put down? None of the words seems quite apt to me.
Anyway, the old vet told me that Charlie could live for years. I don’t know if he told me that because he knew how upset I got at the mention of losing him. Or if he actually thought it was possible.
So that is what troubles me as well.
I just remember thinking: Charlie could live a long time like this? Is this the vision of what’s in store for him in living for years?
So I made my decision without consulting him.
I’ll let you know about the neighbor or neighbors when I find out more.
I’m having problems with my camera this weekend and haven’t been able to get anything off the memory card. Hope it is something easy to fix.