>Somebody asked a good question on a list I’m on. It was originally phrased as “can you specify in your will who gets your guide dog if heaven forbid, you die suddenly?” This was quickly answered, and it was said that whether or not you have signed over ownership of the pooch, it’s your wishes that are considered most, and you should let everybody close to you know what you want done.
Which makes me wonder what I would do. I mean, I hope to hell my number’s not up and I’m not about to fly off into the great beyond, but what if I am? What if, tomorrow, something completely freaky happens to me and I’m gone? Who would I want to have the Trixter?
I know you’re all thinking, you should know. Steve would take her. But the thing is he says he cannot, under any circumstances, handle dog poop, and since picking up after the mut is an at least twice daily task, that would be a pretty shitty, har har, way to leave things. Plus, I don’t know how he’d handle walking her. He’d probably learn pretty quick, but he has this bad ankle that goes out sometimes and he can fall down quickly. so I wouldn’t want him walking my unharnessed, slightly unruly dog in that state around a lot. But she would need that exercise.
There’s a small part of me that says I could leave her with my neighbours. She already knows them, and they both love her, and hey, she’d be with the huppy, so she’d be with friends. But would they want to take on the responsibility of taking care of her and a child?
I could leave her with my parents. They love her a lot and I know they would take her in a heartbeat. We do have a big yard and she’d sure have fun out there. But both of them work all day and she’d be all alone a lot, and I don’t know how the poor babe would handle that.
I know my sister’s boyfriend loves animals, so I’m sure he would give her lots of care, as would my sister. But again, he works all day and they have a really little condo thingy.
If worst came to worst, her raisers might be able to take her. That would mean shipping her all the way to California though. *shiver*.But maybe they couldn’t take her. I don’t know, and I don’t know how to even ask that question. *double shiver*.
As I write this, I realize that I guess I’d have options. But what option would it be? I just want to make sure that she, or any dog I would have, doesn’t, under any circumstances, wind up in a shelter. That is not happening, not even after I were dead, if I can help it.
I’ve never really thought about writing a will because I really don’t have much. I have a little bit of money, a few things that mean a lot to me but wouldn’t mean much to anyone else, that’s about it. But there is the Trixter, or whatever dog I have, to consider.
Ug. What morbid thoughts. Why do I think such things?