Today at 11:00 AM I am putting my beautiful English Bulldog to her final sleep. She just turned 11 years old on the 29th and she has been a part of my life since she was 8 weeks old.
I still remember the flight home from CA with her in her little crate. This was right after 9/11 and the airlines were still going crazy. It had taken me over 4 hours to board in Boston and I dreaded repeating that with a young pup in a carry on crate.
As I was standing in the line, a flight attendant walked by and saw the crate, stopped and asked me what I was flying with and as soon as I said a bulldog puppy, her eyes lit up and before I knew it, Hazel was out of her kennel in her arms." Come with me" She walked past ALL the people standing in line, with me following her, thinking "oh no, are they not going to let me carry her on? she is way too young to fly in the baggage compartment" I walked through the gates, with no one even asking me to go through the x ray machines -they were all too busy playing with my puppy!
She finally gave her back to me, showed me to my seat and we then waited for the rest of the passengers to board. About an hour into the flight, she came back,followed by the captain who quickly had her out of her crate into his arms. " I will be right back with her" he promised me. I didn't see her until 20 minutes before we landed!
That was the start of a very long and wonderful friendship. She has been the queen of the pack as soon as we walked in the door, kept everyone in line, not taking any lip from anyone, including any swing set in the area.
Half the time she drove me crazy and the other half I loved her to pieces....even when she was getting Conor or walking in circles on the dinning room table. Damn, I'm going to miss you Haze, Thank you for sharing your life with us.