About Me
2.11.2003-2.18.2007I learned that my sweet angel Livi was dying within a day of her death. In hindsight, we knew that she was already crossing over to the other side but we didn't know conciously that she was actually dying. I called Phil from work last week and this was after she tested positive for Lyme and was put on pain meds and antibiotics, I said to him, "Phil, I don't want her to die." I don't know why I said it. It was like I knew it somehow in the back of my mind. Phil and I grive her loss, she was everything to us. We were three here in this country home, three's company, three's a crowd, she was the other being that lived in this household and we deferred to her. This morning we woke up to a new begining without her. It is so difficult to proceed.She lived such a full life to being a city dog to going to work with Phil everyday and charming everyone she came across, his clients would give her beds, blankets, toys, gormet dog food treats and spring water. She made even the toughest guys melt. She would always get the food that we were eating because she was so determined. I got her at a time when I was feeling quite alone, a transient time, without family in New York while in college. I told her 'Olivia, people are going to come and go from my life, but you are always going to be here, we will always be together just you and I." I would take her around the city in my bag into stores and take her for walks. She always got the attention she deserved and wanted. She got to live with my parents for a few months and Kobe, their Bassett hound, became her brother. She would rule him like the little terrier she was and chew on his long ears and he just let her because she was this little princess. They would curl up together and "spoon" like two puffs of fur. Even though Kobe was never allowed on my parents bed, somehow, Olivia, would get up there because she was so cute or just so persisent. She had this strong desire to be close to her humans. To deny her of that would be wrong. She actually valued human comanionship over other dogs. Then after two years of having her in my life, Phil and I came together and she spent 2 amazing years with the the both of us. He said she quieted and changed him for the better. she's so peaceful and sweet. She chased the cats, then became friends with them, chased bike riders going up the road, barked at the delivery boys and when the heating system came on. She had a boyfriend that she was shy around, our friend Steve's dog, Patch, a border collie, who was so gentle around little Olivia. She had other friends too like my friend Christin's dog Madison. All who encountered her were enchanted by her an we always remarked how strange and amazing that a canine can have such an impact, she really had her own fan club. I think people would bypass us just to get to her honestly. She LOVED going to the drive-through to get doughnut holes when we got our coffees. The girls at the window thought she was so cute and charming and were always ready for her coming. Olivia would practically be jumping into the window to get her doughnut. It was not a healthy thing for a dog to have but I consented because I always thought she enjoys it so much, let her have it. I am glad I did. When she ran, her body was like a rubber band and she resembled a rabbit with both of her hind legs moving in tandem. So good, so loyal, and she always stayed close to us. She barked like a large dog, she thought she was a large dog. She was so large in our lives and even in her passing she's so ever present, her absence is large, a large void. In one week we will go pick up her ashes from Tufts and bring our little girl home for good. She wanted to stay here, she told us she just wanted to come home.
