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From: Jack Cassidy on 5 Jun 2008 03:27
I believe the end may be near, Not for me but this damn dog. Seventeen years
ago Licorice came home with my wife, She was only supposed to stay for the
weekend and I was to give her to my boss when I went to work on Monday. I
like dogs, Just not this dog. She is a little black poodle that had been
abused by a man, so she wasn't fond of me either. By Sunday evening I knew
that we were stuck with this dog for good, Patti begged, "Pleeeeeeeeze can't
I keep her?" Okay, Keep the damn dog, Your responsibility, your dog. Here I
am, seventeen years later and still have the dog. We lost Patti on October
1, 1996. At the time of her death she had three pets, Dexter the Cat,
Poochie, The Beagle and Licorice. Poochie was the first to go, in 1999,
Poor dog had cancer and when it became painful we did the right, but painful
thing and had her put down. Dexter survived until 2003 and died from kidney
failure. These were Patti's animals, and one by one we lost them. Each time
it was severing another string that tied us to Patti. Through the years
Licorice and I have sort of come to an unspoken agreement, I'll leave her
alone and she won't try to bite me. I remember how Licorice would sit at the
bottom of the steps looking for Patti to say "Come on girls bedtime" and the
two dogs would scamper up the steps and jump in bed with her. Three years
before she finally quit looking, It was a sad thing to watch, How do you
tell a dog that her best friend is gone forever? Hell, I still don't
understand it.
So, Now Licorice's health is failing, She is deaf as a stone, Her eye sight
is failing, and she has a hard time holding her bladder. Probably some time
in the not so distant future I expect to find her dead one morning.........
Big old emotional me, I'll probably cry.


--
Jack Cassidy
Patti's dad
3/17/79~~10/1/96
Your light still shines in my heart.


From: Liliana on 5 Jun 2008 18:39
On Jun 5, 3:27 am, "Jack Cassidy" <Jacap...(a)tampabay.rr.com> wrote:
> I believe the end may be near, Not for me but this damn dog. Seventeen years
> ago Licorice came home with my wife, She was only supposed to stay for the
> weekend and I was to give her to my boss when I went to work on Monday. I
> like dogs, Just not this dog. She is a little black poodle that had been
> abused by a man, so she wasn't fond of me either. By Sunday evening I knew
> that we were stuck with this dog for good, Patti begged, "Pleeeeeeeeze can't
> I keep her?" Okay, Keep the damn dog, Your responsibility, your dog. Here I
> am, seventeen years later and still have the dog. We lost Patti on October
> 1, 1996. At the time of her death she had three pets, Dexter the Cat,
> Poochie, The Beagle and Licorice.  Poochie was the first to go,  in 1999,
> Poor dog had cancer and when it became painful we did the right, but painful
> thing and had her put down.  Dexter survived until 2003 and died from kidney
> failure.  These were Patti's animals, and one by one we lost them. Each time
> it was severing another string that tied us to Patti. Through the years
> Licorice and I have sort of come to an unspoken agreement, I'll leave her
> alone and she won't try to bite me. I remember how Licorice would sit at the
> bottom of the steps looking for Patti to say "Come on girls bedtime" and the
> two dogs would scamper up the steps and jump in bed with her. Three years
> before she finally quit looking, It was a sad thing to watch, How do you
> tell a dog that her best friend is gone forever? Hell, I still don't
> understand it.
> So, Now Licorice's health is failing, She is deaf as a stone, Her eye sight
> is failing, and she has a hard time  holding her bladder. Probably some time
> in the not so distant future I expect to find her dead one morning..........
> Big old emotional me, I'll probably cry.
>
> --
> Jack Cassidy
> Patti's dad
> 3/17/79~~10/1/96
> Your light still shines in my heart.

Hi there Jack,

After James died I adopted a big yellow lab and I called him Lucca.
Lucca has fractured my knee ( I was in a cast for one month last
summer) he broke my finger (all accidents) but I love my yellow dog.
I also adopted a Jack russell, and called her Xena , . She has bitten
one friend and a relative, is overly protective, and am fortunate I
have not been sued by anyone yet, but I love that little terrier who
sleeps beside me each evening, and during the day a little heartbeat
at my feet.
I can understand the many mixed feeling you have for licorice.
It is all so sad, isn\t it.

From: Noon Cat Nick on 5 Jun 2008 21:08
Jack Cassidy wrote:
> I believe the end may be near, Not for me but this damn dog. Seventeen years
> ago Licorice came home with my wife, She was only supposed to stay for the
> weekend and I was to give her to my boss when I went to work on Monday. I
> like dogs, Just not this dog. She is a little black poodle that had been
> abused by a man, so she wasn't fond of me either. By Sunday evening I knew
> that we were stuck with this dog for good, Patti begged, "Pleeeeeeeeze can't
> I keep her?" Okay, Keep the damn dog, Your responsibility, your dog. Here I
> am, seventeen years later and still have the dog. We lost Patti on October
> 1, 1996. At the time of her death she had three pets, Dexter the Cat,
> Poochie, The Beagle and Licorice. Poochie was the first to go, in 1999,
> Poor dog had cancer and when it became painful we did the right, but painful
> thing and had her put down. Dexter survived until 2003 and died from kidney
> failure. These were Patti's animals, and one by one we lost them. Each time
> it was severing another string that tied us to Patti. Through the years
> Licorice and I have sort of come to an unspoken agreement, I'll leave her
> alone and she won't try to bite me. I remember how Licorice would sit at the
> bottom of the steps looking for Patti to say "Come on girls bedtime" and the
> two dogs would scamper up the steps and jump in bed with her. Three years
> before she finally quit looking, It was a sad thing to watch, How do you
> tell a dog that her best friend is gone forever? Hell, I still don't
> understand it.
> So, Now Licorice's health is failing, She is deaf as a stone, Her eye sight
> is failing, and she has a hard time holding her bladder. Probably some time
> in the not so distant future I expect to find her dead one morning.........
> Big old emotional me, I'll probably cry.
>
>

My little dog ten years ago
Was arrogant and spry,
Her backbone was a bended bow
For arrows in her eye.
Her step was proud, her bark was loud,
Her nose was in the sky,
But she was ten years younger then,
And so, by God, was I.

Small birds on stilts along the beach
Rose up with piping cry,
And as they flashed beyond her reach
I thought to see her fly.
If natural law refused her wings,
That law she would defy,
For she could do unheard-of things,
And so, at times, could I.

Ten years ago she split the air
To seize what she could spy;
Tonight she bumps against a chair,
Betrayed by milky eye.
She seems to pant, Time up, time up!
My little dog must die,
And lie in dust with Hector's pup;
So, presently, must I.

--Ogden Nash
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