I want my BB Back, BB Back, BB Back.


Since November is apparently the month of ambition and rash decisions, I’ve decided to add another one to my plate.
Yesterday I mentioned the phenomenon of NABLOPOMO, and laughed at the concept of trying to participate. Well since publishing my last blog, ( which by the way was actually published on November 1st but I can’t figure out how to set the military style time on WordPress so it always publishes to the day before,) I’ve decided that I will, in fact participate.
I can’t promise that I’ll write anything worth reading, or that the words will even be readable, or even in English for that matter- but I can promise that I am going to try my absolute damndest to write a little something every day in November. At first I was going to try to write on my other blog, but I’m not sure I’m up to facing that subject matter just yet. Right now I’m focused on trying to clear my mind and move on in life. So bear with me.

Also, since my blogs have been a little down in the dumpsters lately, I’m going to attempt to lighten up.

So… here I am. Ready to start. On day two of blogging about happy things every day for 30 days.

Hmmm..

Oh… well before I get started on happy things, I guess I should start with saying a few things about my dog BB Jellybean, who died last Friday.

BB Jellybean, You will be missed.

We got BB when I was in the 9th grade. My little sister decided that she wanted a toy poodle, so that’s what we got. BB didn’t often look like a poodle though. We loved the hell out of that puppy, but my parent’s always preferred the afro-look to the well groomed poodle look. I wince to think that I got my own personal grooming habits from my parent’s dog-grooming habits.

BB was never the typical pet. She didn’t like to go on walks. She didn’t like to chase after balls. She hated water, and she preferred to sleep on a purple velvet pillow. BB went everywhere with us, and she went there in our arms. She was never happier than when she was perched in my little sister’s lap. She belonged to all of us, but she was really my sister’s best friend. I remember when my sister was in the 5th grade and her best friend moved away, that she spent an entire day cuddled up with our little BB – stating over and over that BB was her best friend.

I feel awful that I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. The last time I went home, which was only a few weeks ago, BB wasn’t doing well but I didn’t think she would be going just yet. She lost her eyesight a few months back, and I noticed that her hearing must have been going too, because she didn’t greet me at the door when I arrived. I let her sleep in my bed that night, and when I woke up she had left me a couple little presents, but I really didn’t mind. I just chalked it up to her not wanting to wake me up to let her out. BB was always really respectful like that.

About two weeks ago BB quit eating. She would barely even touch the scrambled eggs, cheese and ice cream sandwiches that my parent’s attempted to feed her by hand. The doctors couldn’t find anything wrong with her, but said that it was probably something digestive. They gave her some antibiotics, but she still wouldn’t eat.

I have been so busy the last few weeks, that I hadn’t really been able to digest BB’s passing until tonight. I’m not sure what I believe about the human after life, but I’m 1 thousand-million percent sure that BB is in a happy place now. She’s eating popcorn and fish- crackers and she’s listening to the Little Mermaid with my late parrot Billy and my rat Bogart.

As much as “Pet Cemetary” scares the bejeezus out of me, I’m pretty sure that I would reserruct BB if I had the chance. Zombie BB might be a little bit evil, but I loved her that much.  

I miss you BB, wherever you are!

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  • http://perfectlycursedlife.com/ Kimwithak

    Sorry for the loss of BB. It’s so hard to lose pets, especially those we’ve known for so long.

  • Nikki

    One curve ball after another huh? I feel like when my pups go I’m going to have to use up all my vacation time. I’m thinking of you and your little Bean who rocked the afro look.

  • http://twitter.com/RedHeadedWriter J

    I lost my black lab zoie earlier last spring…my whole family cried at various times to me over the phone, which never happens. My brother never calls me, but he called me the night he found out, and we just sat on the phone reminiscing.

    It was such a touching moment. Especially because my brother is a dick 50% of the time.

    My heart is with you mama!

  • The Vegetable Assassin

    Sorry for your loss, man. It always breaks my heart to hear of a pet passing. But she was a lucky dog. She had you!

  • http://insertmyblognamehere.blogspot.com Paula

    Oh your dog sounded so sweet – I’m sorry for your loss.

  • kathryn

    Aw, honey. I’m sorry to hear about BB’s passing. We lost Metro after ten years the end of August, so I know what you’re going through. It sucks, big-time.

    I re-arranged my bedroom (where he always loved to hang out) and it was the best thing I could have done. Made my heart not squeeze quite as much. Pass this on to your sister, with my condolences.

  • http://seanramblings.blogspot.com Sean

    I’m sorry for your loss. Losing a pet is always tough.