Katandra Shanel's Blog: Life Is Just Awful. Ain't It? - Posts Tagged "brindle"

Hardest phone call this year. My son just lost his bestfriend. The girls are trying to play it off. But my teenager is in tears. Mama called from Manassas to let me and the grands know that she had been calling Cash for almost two weeks with no response. When he finally showed up, looked like he had been hit. Broken backside. Barely moving. Pulling himself as how he got back home. I suppose he lost his taste for life. She said he wouldn't even pick his head up to eat. So she went out into the yard to feed him out of her hand. The same lady that was always screamin' and hollerin' cause Cash would bark all night or invite the 'neighborhood' and they would 'congregrate' on the front porch. He suffered a week. Not eating. Not moving. My stepdad had his brother come out. Mama said she turned the music up as loud as it would go. Cash was put down. She cried for him. I'm sad. Doing my best to keep the tears from falling. He wasn't just a dog. He would disappear for days, weeks, months on end. Only showing up to get a meal. Always right outside someone's front door. And no matter what time of day or night it was, if the kiddos were en route, it's like he knew. He would sit at that house all day. Waiting! The sweetest ol' dog a kid could ever have. He was bought as a puppy. Brindle pitt. Fathered many a pup in Manassas GA. Kailyn would ride his back when he was big enough. Then one day, she was too big! Followed Trevon, foot for foot. And always knew it was Ashley that would break him off a piece of whatever goody she always seemed to be eating. Herman fell in love with him. Wanted to bring his big, rusty butt back to Atlanta. As for me, I was number 1 rubber. Sure you could pet him and a jacket of dust would coat the sky (exaggeration). But we all loved him and he is gonna be terribly missed.

Cash -- September 2000-December 2011