Caesar was the most loving, cutest little puppy dog. He was given to me by an Air Force pilot who was going through a divorce and he had to leave him home alone for days at a time-- with sufficient food and water of course. Then he had me start dog sitting for him, and finally on a cold January day he had to go out on yet another mission, but called because he hadn't picked up Caesar from the last time. I was so full of joy because I loved that little booger so much and he needed a mommy.
When I got together with my now husband Dale, Dale fell in love with him. Dale had only ever had large dogs and this was his first experience with a small 4.5lb little one. Love at first sight for each of them. Caesar went everywhere with us. He had bunches of little clothes that he actually enjoyed wearing, never bit at them or tried to take them off.
When we first moved here I let him out one night for a pee pee. First thing he did was run over to the fence to greet the black and white kitty standing there. All of a sudden I noticed-- that's no black and white kitty. SKUNK!
So, I'm yelling "Caesar! Caesar! Caesar!" as they are both running down the length of the fence. I slip on the ice on the patio, my robe comes wide open (nothing underneath-- I had just showered ) and in my mind I'm going, Yep Patty... WELCOME TO PENNSYLVANIA!!!
By the grace of God, the "kitty" had not sprayed Caesar. Maybe hadn't seen such a small dog before and thought it was another skunk. I'm just grateful from this perspective. My skinned knee was a small price to pay.
Caesar eventually went blind in his old age. We tried to get one of his eyes fixed by professionals but that turned out to be a bad mistake. I don't really want to talk about this, as it can upset me too much. But he did get along inside the house because he knew his paths and we loved and held him a lot.
Caesar passed away June 19, 2007, not long after Dale had given 60% of his liver to his sister in a transplant operation. Dale couldn't lift over 5lbs because of the surgery. We weren't that close to lots of people, and I knew Caesar was leaving us so I went in the back side garden and dug a huge hole all by myself, crying the whole time.
It was two days until Caesar passed away, and he was uncomfortable and I believe hurting and I was holding him on the bed wrapped in a towel the whole time. Finally at 3am I had to leave him for just a little while to go down and get a little rest at 6am when I came back up he was gone. He was with Dale on the bed the whole night, but Dale had been sleeping.
I think Caesar knew how much I loved him and wanted me to not be there when he passed. He was hanging on for me. I gave Caesar a bath wrapped him in a beautiful blanket and we buried him. As soon as we got the dirt on him, it's like the angels were crying with us because the hardest downpour of rain came down. Dale said let's walk around the block in the rain. We did. --Patty