The process of growing old, in a pet, the interaction the dog shared with the owner’s grandson, as dementia slowly, set in, translated…
Kai May Have Felt Confused at that Young Child Who Started Living in the House, and So, He’d Followed Him Around, Watched His Every Single Move, But Had, Refused, to Get Closer to the Child………
Kai, the Mean Girl
As my grandson was born, Kai was already eight; she was a stray that my daughter brought home, a female. She’d told me, that she’d found a litter of puppies that an adult female had given birth to, and all the other puppies were taken away, only a small white puppy was crouched in the corners, shivering and quivering, so malnourished, so tiny, not yet the size of her palms, covered in dirt, with the hair not full, looked like she was, hard to keep, even the mother had, abandoned this young puppy, vanished, without a trace, and if she didn’t take her home, she is probably going to die.
As my daughter took her in to get her shots, the vet guessed that she was a Chihuahua mix, all I know, is that she’s never been easy to get along, a dog that everybody called “mean”. My husband said, hinting, “This is a house full of mean ladies, naturally, the female dog that came out of this house, would be mean too.”
you can ftell if the dog is elderly by the way it looked…not my photograph…
It isn’t easy, to get close to Kai, but she’s alert and full of responsibility, every day, she’d kept the ground, marching back and forth continuously in the house. We lived on the second floor, whenever there came unfamiliar footsteps from the entrance of our apartment on the first floor, she’d started growling in a low voice; if strangers were close to our front doors, she’d started barking incessantly, and would use her front paws to scratch at the front door, she could scare the outsiders away, from inside the house.
Nine years later, my daughter married, and Kai stayed in our house.
Before she married, I’d complained, on how Kai had shed too hard, and the hair was all over the places, but after she’d married, don’t know if there’s nobody who’d talked back to me while I’d, nagged, or that she’d lived away, my days became, cleared up, and, I’d, complained, less and less.
After my daughter gave birth to her son, she’d wanted to resume working again, and she’d worried about the nannies from outside, and took her son home to me to watch. I’d worried, that the germs on the dog would be back for the infant, so, before my grandson was a year old, I’d always, locked Kai inside the bedrooms, wouldn’t let her near the baby. Actually, since she came to live with us, she’d not, made her way out of the house, and lived her life as a pampered pet. But, loving my grandson dearly, I’d intended, to raise my grandson, my way, nobody else has a say.
As he’d started to walk, Kai received her right to walk around the living room again. She may be a bit confused at this little man who suddenly showed up at my house, and so, she’d followed him around, watched him closely, but chose, to stay away from him. If my daughter tried getting her closer to my grandson, she’d shown her teeth, refused to share any sort of intimacy with him. But, it’s, quite odd, whenever the adults weren’t watching, she’d, started, following him around again. Several times, my grandson had tripped and fallen in an out-of-sight corner of the house, she’d started jumping up and down, barking loudly, to get our attention.
A Beautiful Misunderstanding
As my grandson entered into kindergarten, Kai was already ten years old, no longer was she energetic like she was when she was younger, she’d become, an elderly woman now, just loved sleeping on her specialty dog mattress. But at this time, my grandson became this, naughty little boy, started exploring the world, and learned to use his pranks, to show us that he’s there. Other than climbing onto the couch in the living room, the supper table, the stove, leaping downward, he’d started using the drapes as a double bar, especially, he’d loved, picking at Kai, used newspaper, or clothes, waved them in front of her face, or, threw those rubber balls, or fruits toward her. Kai normally ignored him, and, would get up lazily, and moved elsewhere, but if she really got annoyed with him, she’d barked loudly, then, shown her teeth, and, that little brat would have the shit scared out of him, and cried for grandma.
For this, my grandson didn’t love Kai at all, he’d felt, that she’d never looked at him straight, wouldn’t like hi.
But every time as the adults used a stick, to attempt to discipline my way too naughty grandson, no matter where Kai was sleeping, she’d immediately, rushed to the individual with the stick and started barking so loudly at the person, she’d jumped up and bite the stick held by the person.
The elderly dog, and the young child not being on amicable terms, didn’t get improved, until a few months before Kai’s death.
Kai was older than seventeen when she’d died, the vet said, exchanging it into human years, she’s, an elderly woman at over age eighty. Back then, she’d become blind because of cataracts, couldn’t tell the directions, lost her hearing too, walked with hardship, constantly bumped into the furniture. What’s worse was, she’d become, demented too, lost ALL her flairs from before.
illustration from the papers…
And yet, the gap between her and my grandson, disappeared completely.
From before, she wouldn’t allow him to hold her, after she’d become demented, Kai would quietly, allowed my grandson to hug on her as he watched television. During that period of time, the demented dog, and that naughty little brat would, silently, get close to each other on the couch, to watch television together, and, there was, that hard-to-come-by serenity in the house.
The little brat is too happy, he’d held tight to Kai, hollered aloud, “Kai liked me now, she’d allowed me to hold her now, it means she liked me!”, the adults were glad, but also, heart felt, unwilling, and not knowing how, to explain to a third-grader, that Kai was elderly, and demented, so, she’d become, confused; she’d lain in your lap without objections, it’s because she doesn’t really know who you are now.
Since Kai allowed my grandson to get near her, after school, he wouldn’t let go of her, not allowing anybody else to get close; he’d placed her on his lap as he worked on his assignments, had her lain on the bench where he’d sat as he practiced piano, and placed her nearby when he ate his meals, and, would have her in his lap when he watched television or played video games, perhaps, only at bath time, would he, let go of Kai, so she’d, lain outside on the placemat of the bathrooms.
They were so close now, it’d made my daughter and I worried, and glad, we’re glad, that my grandson finally learned to get along with the pet of the family, but worried, that as their bond became tighter, Kai’s days grew shorter; for a young child who had yet to comprehend death, how heartbreaking it would be, at the moment when they get separated by life and death.
What eventually will come, had cone.
The day before Kai died, she’d fallen into a comatose, and my grandson still held on to her, told her of the ins and outs of school. The very next day, as he’d returned home from school, Kai was already cremated by my daughter’s orders. Toward the adults’ explanation of death and the crematorium, the child became confused, and started crying hard, and, he’d isolated himself for a long while.
The intimacy Kai had shared with my grandson a few months before she passed away, it’s a beautiful misunderstanding, that was made possible by not understanding life of the child, and the dog’s losing her bodily functions.
But it’s, also, a cherished affinity.
So, this dog went from being so fierce toward the owner’s young grandson, to becoming inseparable with him, and this showed the progressions of dementia in any living thing, because toward the final stages, the demented individual no longer recognized anybody, and, became amicable with everybody s/he comes into contact with.