What I Love @ Miami


I am on vacation. (Don’t worry- my police officer, gun nut, brother-in-law is watching my house).

I love Florida. I actually am smitten with Miami. We had to leave today. Heading to the Magic Kingdom. Although I hardly think landlocked Orlando can be more magical than South Beach’s crystal clear azure Caribbean blue water. Mickey Mouse does live at Disneyworld though, so there’s got to be some magic.

I’ll break this into a top ten list  (which does not give justice to the colorful, exciting, and sexy city of Miami). And I was only in Miami for three days. So…
Here is a modified list:
1.

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This color of the ocean.
2. Flowering trees– the colors are so striking. 

3. Palm trees– they just ooze paradise and calm. Like I can’t imagine anyone losing their $ hit under a palm tree. Really I can’t imagine anyone losing their temper under any tree but you get my drift.

4. That being at the beach just two days makes me look and feel beautiful.

5. Big buildings. Big beauty.  Big. Go big or go home. (I really don’t want to g,o home).image

6. Big boats. Big yachts.

7. Shoes. There are a lot of sexy shoes in Miami. And I love a well played pair of sexy designer heels and a bikini.  I really had never seen it until going to South Beach. 

8. Pools

I love a pretty pool and Miami has plenty of them. This is the pool at the Crowne Plaza International.

9. Languages
I overheard a group of people speaking French. I said “Boujour” to a woman in the group as I walked by. She said, “Boujour.” Since I took French in high school, I sounded natural.  At that moment I felt like an international woman of mystery.  There are so many languages being spoken. Miami truely is an international city.

10. The people. People watching is a verb. So many stories.

I  blogging from my phone so sorry about spelling errors.

That Decision (Putting Our Dog Down)


Red and Meg as xmas elves

Red and Roger under the table Red close up Red elf Red on blanketI remember my mom feeling bad about having to put down some family pets when I was a kid. But she always did it in a room I never entered. She came out crying — sobbing really.

Today I had to make that decision for the first time in my life. My husband and I did it together, but it did not make it easier. We decided it would be more humane to put her down. Once again, like a crazy lady I put on the toughest of masks and insisted on being there with Red when she was euthanized. A peppy veterinarian gave us price quotes and options, but she stressed that Red was not doing good. She stressed we needed to act quickly and aggressively.

This was obvious this morning when Red lay lifeless on the floor of the sun-room (this is our dog room). Red used to sleep inside, but as she aged in the last year she would go to the bathroom inside the house.

Over the last year, Red lost some weight but nothing too drastic. I do have to admit that I had that sinking feeling…that sinking shutter — cancer. She had problems getting up and down, but I attributed it to old age and the cold weather. Denial is a wonderful thing.

There was no denying what was going to happen today once you laid eyes on her. She was all spit and vinegar last night, barking and snapping at Roger when they came in last night. Red did her usual hog the food and bully alpha dog routine with Roger (our other dog — a black lab/Shepard mix).

I got up early this morning. I had time to put my make-up on before heading out the door. I wore my royal blue long skirt and a colorful top (which reminds me of a Matisse painting). Ben, my almost four year old son said, “You look fancy Mama,” indicating a great wardrobe choice indeed. Little did I know this outfit would be my armor throughout the day — a day I never wish to repeat again. On my way out of the house, my husband went to let the dogs out and said that one of them threw up. Ben, our almost four year old was dancing around in his bright primary color, two-piece  car and truck pajamas. Ben had woke in an unusually cheerful mood. He usually is a little crabby when he wakes. I asked before grabbing my coffee from the butler’s pantry counter, “Is it Red? Did she throw up? Is she OK?” thinking it may have been a fluke thing. Red had not thrown up recently. In fact, other than seeming arthritic and skinnier, she seemed fine. I had had that conversation with myself in the last year: She is getting up there. She is about 13-14 years old. She most likely will pass away soon.

Red in our back yard in healthier days

Red in our back yard in healthier days

But I never really thought serious about it. Who the heck wants to?

When Ben was out of earshot and I had my bags for work in hand, my husband gently said, “Red isn’t doing too good,” and from the look on his face, I just knew. But he continued when we locked tear-filled eyes, “You might want to see her before you leave for work and give her your love.” I went into the sun-room and she was laying at a strange angle as if her body was lifeless and not cooperating. I got her a fresh blanket as her chin was resting in her own vomit — just a little bit. And then I began to cry. I sat down in my royal blue skirt and petted her nose line.  Her tail came up in a straight awkward angle, as if her tail was trying to wag.

I’ll skip the Old Yeller, Where the Red Fern Grows, dog dies in the end bit.

I called into work, holding enough composure to get past the receptionist at school. Once transferred to the school secretary who handles most emergencies related to getting subs in the classrooms, I lost it. In a high pitched sobby voice, I wobbled out, “I can’t come in today. My dog is dying.”

I sat with Red petting her hair and stroking her face. Her tail lifted and I assumed she was trying to wag it.

We made the decision. What a doozy. I need to go cry some more.

She is in dog heaven.  Ironically, I actually thought about that as I held her paw when she was being put down.  Is there really a dog Heaven? I thought.

I hope so. She certainly belongs there. She was a good dog.

I wrote a short little prose piece trying to articulate the love dogs (and pets) share with humans:

Dogs get in the place in our hearts that is silent.

The quiet quell of just who we are.

No bells, no whistles, just who we are.

Our relationship is effortless because they don’t have any expectations — just to be their owner — just to be their friend. They only want some petting, some food, and an occasional walk. If you ask me, kind of low expectations. But that is the beauty of the human/dog relationship. It’s simple. And based on love. A love that is different than human love.

Red always took what affection I gave her. And loved me just the same, everyday — each day. She never got mad, always present like the skin between my fingers. Without the skin, I’m just bones and tendons, She was my skin.

Sure, I could’ve given more affection, but she was not greedy. She just needed a pat, a hind leg scratch, a soft nuzzle and of course, a full cup or two of food each morning and night.

This was my Facebook status update. I wrote it in the car waiting for Rich while he went to the doctor. He had a doctors appointment scheduled for late that morning. I didn’t want to be separated from him after the horrible event of putting her down. But I couldn’t bring myself to go inside and wait in a waiting room. It gave me a little comfort to read empathetic posts from friend. I’ve included some of them below. You most likely are thinking of a pet you had to put down and can relate. It is a horrible pain. My friend, Jenna, posted this on my Facebook page and I think it sums up losing a dog quite nicely.
RIP Red…had to put our dog down this morning. Haven’t been this sad in a long time. Curse you cancer.
I remember my mom having a hard time when I was a kid…had to put a dog down. It was sad of course but for first time in my life I had to make “that” decision. We opted to give her comfort. Nonetheless, I’ll miss ole Red. She was a good dog.
  • Megan Oteri It’s an Old Yeller kind of day.
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  • Brenda Megan, I’m so sorry for your loss. I know how difficult it is to have to make these decisions. I have a kitty with cancer and we will be forced to make this decision all too soon. Our pets provide us with so much joy. I’m praying that the hole in your heart will heal soon.
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  • Megan Oteri I can imagine @ Roger. We lost a dog in Cheyenne. Rich was really close with Norman. Red was the next dog we got in 2006. She was thirteen about so she lived a long life. Nothing prepares you for this…it just is fing sad.
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  • Sean Patrick Nolan My thoughts and prayers to you and the family today Meg!
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  • Megan Oteri Not even sure how to broach the subject with Ben…I’m tempted to say Red went to live on a farm somewhere.
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  • Scott  Sorry Cheyenne
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  • Tory So sorry for your loss!
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  • Debbie  Sorry Meg,
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  • Jayme  I did the very same thing last night. I had him for 11 years. One the hardest things I have ever done. I know how you feel.
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  • Jennifer  sorry megan
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  • Carrie Yes its hard to make decisions, but you have to make the right one for the dog. I to lost a dog when I was very young, was in 3rd grade. I went to school my dog was home. Came home and my dog Navy was gone. Mom told me that she had to be put down for she was very old and sick. Was so sad and cried for a very long time. We also had a cat called tippy tom also that we loss.. Very sad sorry.
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  • Tabitha so sorry megan.
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  • T J  So sorry for your loss. I die a little every time one of mine does. They leave a mark on your heart.
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  • DeeAnn Nothing more difficult that making that decision. I know of an amazing pet communicator who can talk to Red, regardless of the health or death of the body. I used her for my dogs and my friends have used her and she is AMAZING. Not expensive, either. If in the coming weeks you are interested, let me know. I think it would bring you great comfort!
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  • Jim  Always a very sad and difficult decision, Megan. Among the many things pets teach us is how to deal with mortality.
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  • Heidi Sorry to hear that honey… ahhh Norman
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  • Megan Oteri Thanks for your kind words everyone.
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  • Christy So sorry for your loss.
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  • Beth So hard to say goodbye to our sweet family members! Thinking of you today.
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  • Liz She was a good pup  Red can play without pain in doggie heaven. xoxoxo
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  • Lloyd Sad for y’all. May the memory of your pet bring blessings to you.
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  • Rebecca Another angel has left her dog suit. I know you will miss her. Sending you love.
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  • Renee  sorry Megan.
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  • Jay  One of the toughest things in life to do,to quote George Carlin “every time you own a pet you buy a small tragedy”
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  • Eric Ugh join the club. It’s a pain like no other.
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  • Tony I know the sadness you are going thru, we lost 3 in the last 2 years. They are all in a better place.
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  • Donna  sorry to hear that. RIP Red
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  • Lu-Ann  So sorry Megan. That was the first “adult” decision I ever made – and it never seems to get easier. Red was a good dog and a loyal family member. RIP sweet baby – and peace to your family, from me, Jack & Dom.
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  • Linda  I had to put down Mandel last April. He was 15 years old, blind, diabetic and was arthritic. Your dog is i n dog heaven with mine.
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  • John  Sorry, Megan.
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  • Lisa  I’m so sorry  I’m dealing with a similar situation with simi…. Remember him he is 16
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  • Jessica I’m so sorry, Megan. It hurts so much to lose our furry family. I still miss mine. Thinking of you and your family.
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  • Sparklebunny  Sorry to hear about your loss. Losing a loved one is never easy, whether 2- or 4-legged.
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