RequiemNapoleonus Maximus Rex Urso
Sep. 26th, 2009 10:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nyykiThe time has come. My long time companion, friend, and buddy, Napoleon, my Pomeranian, took the big sleep this morning around 9:30am. The diagnosis was N-stage Renal Failure, and he showed the sores and ulcerations from that disease, so it's very likely that was the core cause.
A seventeen year old orange sable with a brown nose showing his chocolate Pom ancestry, he was vibrant, cocky, selfsure, and energetic up until the last two weeks of his life.
W and I got him soon after our marriage from a breeder selling at a flea market. We knew he wasn't ever going to be show quality, as he had a broad nose and was already clearly too big in frame to meet the breed standard. But I'd always wanted a Pom named Napoleon, and when we got him he truly lived up to his name.
Nappy was always the one who guarded the house. He wasn't a lap dog, because he had more important things to do. He left the lap dog duties to Bianca and Josi while he patrolled the house and yard, keeping undesirables out of the environment. Friends of mine who could see the fae claimed that he kept them out of the house as well.
Nappy was one of my anchors to life. I'm prone to very fast and very dark depressive episodes that last a very short time but take me very deep -- to the point of suicide or beyond some of the time. My promise to keep him safe and care for him was often the only thing keeping me from ending it all. Friends of mine would be well advised to keep a closer eye on me from this point on, as without that touchstone all bets are off.
Nappy was always an inspiration to me. I often said I'd love to live one week of my life as happy as he lives all the time. He was playful almost to the end, and people always commented on his expressive face, friendly demeanor, (though a bit reserved, as he was still doing threat assessment) and energy.
When Josi died four years ago it devastated me. She was only nine, and that's very young for a Pom to go. I've been prepared for Nappy to take the big sleep for a while now, but of course preparation isn't the same as the reality of it. I have a lot of friends, but few of them are friends I've had longer than Nappy. They say that death of a spouse is the hardest thing a person goes through. I have no spouse, so this will be as close as I get.
Nappy was the subject of many songs. They're all playful things, usually sung to other songs. (What are commonly called Piggyback songs or Filk) One of the most useful of these to me was the Nappy Chant. The rhyming and pattern often worked well when I was starting to work on asong to loosen up my rhyming skills. It goes like this:
Hi, Nappy, Ho, Nappy, Everywhere you go, Nappy,
Near, Nappy, Far, Nappy, Riding in a car, nappy.
Up, nappy, down, Nappy, run all over town, Nappy.
In, Nappy, Out, nappy, Running all about, Nappy.
This goes on, rambling through all kinds of rhymes. The first two terms are a polarity, while the third rhymes with the second. It's done in two lines for a stanza. In that spirit, I offer the following:
Husband, Nappy, Wife, Nappy, In the Afterlife, Nappy.
Below, Nappy, Above, Nappy, Forever you'll be loved, Nappy.
Feel free to add your own for this wonderful friend and companion. I know I'll probably see him in another lifetime, but for this one, we must part, and I am now, truly, sadly, completely alone.
A seventeen year old orange sable with a brown nose showing his chocolate Pom ancestry, he was vibrant, cocky, selfsure, and energetic up until the last two weeks of his life.
W and I got him soon after our marriage from a breeder selling at a flea market. We knew he wasn't ever going to be show quality, as he had a broad nose and was already clearly too big in frame to meet the breed standard. But I'd always wanted a Pom named Napoleon, and when we got him he truly lived up to his name.
Nappy was always the one who guarded the house. He wasn't a lap dog, because he had more important things to do. He left the lap dog duties to Bianca and Josi while he patrolled the house and yard, keeping undesirables out of the environment. Friends of mine who could see the fae claimed that he kept them out of the house as well.
Nappy was one of my anchors to life. I'm prone to very fast and very dark depressive episodes that last a very short time but take me very deep -- to the point of suicide or beyond some of the time. My promise to keep him safe and care for him was often the only thing keeping me from ending it all. Friends of mine would be well advised to keep a closer eye on me from this point on, as without that touchstone all bets are off.
Nappy was always an inspiration to me. I often said I'd love to live one week of my life as happy as he lives all the time. He was playful almost to the end, and people always commented on his expressive face, friendly demeanor, (though a bit reserved, as he was still doing threat assessment) and energy.
When Josi died four years ago it devastated me. She was only nine, and that's very young for a Pom to go. I've been prepared for Nappy to take the big sleep for a while now, but of course preparation isn't the same as the reality of it. I have a lot of friends, but few of them are friends I've had longer than Nappy. They say that death of a spouse is the hardest thing a person goes through. I have no spouse, so this will be as close as I get.
Nappy was the subject of many songs. They're all playful things, usually sung to other songs. (What are commonly called Piggyback songs or Filk) One of the most useful of these to me was the Nappy Chant. The rhyming and pattern often worked well when I was starting to work on asong to loosen up my rhyming skills. It goes like this:
Hi, Nappy, Ho, Nappy, Everywhere you go, Nappy,
Near, Nappy, Far, Nappy, Riding in a car, nappy.
Up, nappy, down, Nappy, run all over town, Nappy.
In, Nappy, Out, nappy, Running all about, Nappy.
This goes on, rambling through all kinds of rhymes. The first two terms are a polarity, while the third rhymes with the second. It's done in two lines for a stanza. In that spirit, I offer the following:
Husband, Nappy, Wife, Nappy, In the Afterlife, Nappy.
Below, Nappy, Above, Nappy, Forever you'll be loved, Nappy.
Feel free to add your own for this wonderful friend and companion. I know I'll probably see him in another lifetime, but for this one, we must part, and I am now, truly, sadly, completely alone.
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Date: 2009-09-26 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-27 12:40 pm (UTC)RIP Nappy Dog
Date: 2009-09-28 07:21 pm (UTC)