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lil Weezy Ana Brown
lil Weezy Ana Brown

Obituary of lil Weezy Ana Brown

Weezy was the sunshine to any of our days and the love that kept us going. She was the most beautiful, animated, and smoochiest smoochie we knew. She loved us deeply and unconditionally every day no matter how good or bad our days were. We were her entire world and it was an honor to have her bless us for almost 13 years. Weezy’s presence was an honor to anyone she selected to be in her life. She tolerated and accepted, but as far as love goes, she saved it all for me! Ok no, just kidding, she saved it for those who set aside time for her, those her deserved her love. She had to be bribed repeatedly with walks, ball, car rides, and most of all, food. God, I miss that McDonalds loving fool! She sought out respect, love, kindness, boundaries, food and fun. The special pride gained by her acceptance and love to other people was always plastered all over their faces. The moment Louise could be let loose and wiggle to them, they felt so important, and they were. Each step of the way, every new trust that she let you know she had in you, boosted your love to and for her. Thank you to everyone who took the time to love her and be loved by her. Thank you to anyone who tried at one point to be her friend. Thank you to anyone who respected who she was for us and accepted that they didn’t have the time to put in with her, but they wish they could have. Weez was amazing and all of you helped her growth. She knew what our souls needed. She knew what we could handle and what we could not. She made sure to sleep next to me on her last night and I will cherish that forever. I am going to pretend that I didn’t fall asleep in her chair so she may have just been trying to kick me off of it. Then TJ woke us up to go to our bed and she slept in the middle. She always just knew exactly what we needed. She knew us like we knew her. If she smacked her lips or started and stopped and started and stopped again yawning, she was thirsty but too tired to get up. We learned to get her bowl of water. If she didn’t drink the water, she needed your help. She could tell you by staring with her eyes or her action most of the things you would need to know. She growled and jumped if we were taking too long to take her outside, she howled if she thought she was alone (which we determined was her version of (Unbreak my heart"), she muzzle punched us to force us to do thing she wanted like throw the ball, she cried when she wanted her way, and she kissed when she was excited about what you said. She communicated so well with us, I could ask her if she wanted to go for a ride with me or stay home in her crate and she would choose. Most of the time she kissed me to go for the ride but a few times she looked up at me and walked into her crate. Losing her, we lost an entire language, an entire world, and huge holes in our hearts were left. Weezy was destined to be our best friend. I can remember parts of the day we met clearly; I just cannot remember saying that I wanted her. Sure, we talked about getting a dog, but nothing was planned and I didn't know what a pit bull was. However, when TJ fell in love in May 2007 with this puppy bouncing through some tall grass, he knew he had to have her. She spotted him, ran up close to him and then submissively crawled the rest of the way. He scooped her up, brought her to the car and said "This is our dog." Ummm, what? I didn't know we were getting a dog. This is not what I imagined when I thought about getting a dog. This "thing" was wild, smelly, in your face, and not fluffy! Ignoring all of those thoughts, I asked him what her name was. He looked at me as if I should have known, elevated that one crazy eyebrow, and said, "Weezy" as he went back to get some food for her. I didn't know what to do with little Weezy. She looked about 3 months old, had no manners and she stunk. However, she knew how to play ball because ball was life. Weezy was a bad puppy. It was mostly my fault because I never had a dog before, so I had no idea how to raise one. She nipped, jumped, pooped on the porch of our apartment, poked holes in my contacts (every single pair) with her razor sharp teeth, threw the cotton balls all over the room like she was de-stuffing a toy, hid everything she could under my bed, stood on her hind legs and splashed in the toilet with her front paws, and if I took a bath, she jumped in with or without invitation. When she would get really hyper, she'd race all around the room with her ears pinned to the middle of the back side of her head and her eyeballs wide as can be! Honestly, I thought she was insane. I shut her in our bedroom by herself and called her Dad. After all, I didn't ask for a pit bull piranha. I wanted a small and fuzzy dog. Weezy didn't care that I didn't really know how to be her mom at first. She just went off with her neighborhood friends when they'd come to the door asking for her to come out to play. Weezy would chase them down the hill and tap them so they could add their dramatic touches and jump the rest of the way. She was so proud of herself too. Her tongue would be dripping and hanging out of the side of her mouth and she almost skipped with her legs when she slowed down, turned around, looked at us, and then refocused on them to go again. Weezy ran alongside her dad when he rode his bike and he taught her to swim in the pool instead of the bathtub or toilet. She went everywhere with us. She snoozed on top of the front dashboard of my car with her back legs hanging off until we got there. Weezy drove across the county with me 3 times. The first time was in August 2007. That's when she decided she doesn't like strangers because she needs to protect her family. When a man tried to climb in the hotel room window where my Mom and I were, Weezy got leashed up and ran out there to scare the man away. She saved us. She knew something was going to happen because she peed on the bed there right before we saw him. Her doing that prevented my Mom from getting in the shower. Instead she went to check on the trailer attached to my car and that’s when she saw the man. Weezy was our hero and we left that hotel that same night. The entire trip Louise rode on top of the front dashboard or she laid in my lap. We moved to Ohio where she discovered so many new things to life. thunderstorms, mini-pools, home cooking, begging for food, sleepovers in Grandma's room, treadmill, 2-mile walks, lots of tricks and lots of treats every day! The first thunderstorm she heard, she raced all around the house on high alert. She gave low barks and growls while her ears and tail stood straight up. She would stop for a second, listen, and as soon as another boom came, she was off to find it! During the summer, we filled up the mini-pool and loved diving her face into it and trying to eat the designs at the bottom. Jumping in and out, splashing water everywhere was her favorite. She’d love to come inside and smell the delicious food for dinner. Dakota, my Mom's dog, taught Weezy how to beg for food like she means it. Dakota showed her to lay her head in your lap or on the seat and look up. Weezy added a few personal touches to it too, like wiggle backing up and growl-barking when she got impatient. In turn, Weezy tried to teach Dakota not to run away. When they were both outside on separate lines in the yard, Weezy's line broke. So that little smarty pants, walked over to where Dakota could see her and she sat near the front door, just waiting patiently for us to come home. Dakota also taught her how to howl. Every day when my Mom left for work, Dakota howled for hours. Thanks to Dakota, we have cherished memories of howling together in excitement when we got to the park or randomly just because we loved Weezy's howl face. After Dakota passed and it was warm enough to walk around the yard, we asked Weezy "Where's Dakota?" My heart raced as she pulled her leash to the very spot Dakota was buried. That just further proved my point, she knew everything. Every night, when it was time for bed, Weezy would race up the stairs and head into my room. Sometimes I'd get to my room and realize it wasn’t my room she ran to. She'd be laying on top of my Mom's bed like "I'm sleeping at Grandma's." She knew just where she needed to be. We drove back to Arizona in January 2009. Weezy took the night shift without ever being asked. She stayed up and alerted us of anyone who came too close to the car or trucks that parked too close while my mom and I slept. When she saw TJ, she tried to play hard to get by showing him she didn't like him anymore. I don't care how many people say dogs don’t hold grudges, Weezy held a grudge. She was so upset she hadn't seen him in 1 year and a half and he took her attitude personal. She insisted that she didn't like him anymore until we went on a walk and he took a chance. He pulled her tail and immediately Weezy spun around, play bowed, and fell right back in love with him. Weirdo head love. The last time we drove from Arizona to Ohio, Weezy reunited with Diana and kissed her so excitedly. I often thought Louise would have traded me in for Diana even though Diana made up the "she's about to turn on her owner" song when they first met. Apparently, I was kissing Weezy "too many times." What is that? "Too many kisses?" I don’t understand. Anyways, they played ball together, we packed up our stuff and Weezy knew it was road trip time. As she did in 2007, Weezy spent most of the drive on my lap or snuggled right up with me. This is the part where Mike will tell you that Weezy almost liked him. Yes, she ate french fries from his hands the last 5 minutes of the trip. If we would have had one more day to go, they probably would have been very close because she would have learned to use intimidation tactics on Mike in order to get his food. Weezy had roughed it with us and she lived the good life with us. We grew up together. She had so many names, but she knew them all. Weezy AKA: Louisiana, Lil Weezy Ana, Allerweez, Louise Rainbow, Starfish, Rainbow starfish, Mrs. America, Weezer, Booboo, WeWe, Love, Yawny McYawnalstin, Yawn Yawn Mcmc Tootsie, Toot Toot Beep Beep, Mrs. McDonny's, Old lady, Teenie Meanie, weirdo head, and way too many others that don't make sense. She was the smartest dog I have ever met. Oh and she knew she was a dog. If she heard the word “dog" she'd crack her eyes open or twist her head to face you so she could see why you were talking about her. She calculated each move we made and listened to every word we said so that she could be on the same page as us as much as possible. She learned so many words and sentences that she knew if what we were talking about involved her. She had to be shut in the room or crate if someone came over she didn't like yet. So after a few times of "Let me put my dog up, " she’d just start walking on her own to the other room or in her crate. When TJ moved to Ohio at the end of 2013, you would have thought they had never been apart. There was no time for Weezy to hold a grudge. She was too busy kissing, cuddling, throwing a ball around, chasing the laser, swimming in the river, going to the park, taking hikes, sleeping all day, and eating whatever she thought she should try. The last 6 years have been my favorite. She had quality, whole-hearted love surrounding her constantly. She proved to us that she could behavior like a champion in crowds and that she was just fine wherever as long as we were there. Usually when we went on vacation, Weezy stayed behind, but we knew she absolutely had to be at our Panama City, Florida beach wedding. We rented a truck and she rode in the back seat. She explored and marked her territory in more states than most dogs ever see and even more than some people. She swam in the ocean, river, pond, lake, puddles, pools, it didn’t matter what kind of water. Weezy did everything from jumping on a trampoline, riding in a canoe, running off with sleds after we fell off at the bottom of hills, going down slides, spinning on a merry-go-round, swimming unapproved laps at Beartown, and she rolled around in different kinds of grasses, sands, mud, trash, and poop. Weezy howled, sang, dug, and tore up so many things. Louise Ana taught us more about ourselves and unconditional love than we could have ever imagined. She made us better people and she gave us the gift of love even in our darkest days. She was the light and laughter that filled our days for almost 13 years. On our bad days, she brought comfort, love, kisses, and smiles. On our good says, she brought us more joy with her silly antics, animated faces, playful behavior, and the feeling of being whole. We miss that feeling every day. There is so much more to who Weezy was for us, but you’d have to sift through at least 10,000 photos and a about a 1000 page book. She grew up with us, and she grew old. One day she couldn’t run after the ball as fast, soon she could only hobble after the ball. She tried to appear always good, but her age, her diagnosis of IMHA (which she beat after the blood transfusion saved her life), her inability to walk without her medicine, and the nodules on her lungs and spleen eventually took too much of a toll on her. In March of 2019 the vet at the ER gave her 6 months to 1 year to live. She almost made it a year. We are so thankful for that, but it was still the worst day of our lives. January 4th, 2020 when we suddenly had to say goodbye to our old lady, Weezy. Unexpectedly, the tumor on her spleen burst. She was fine one minute, begging for a cheezit, gums turned white, she turned to leave the room, wobbled, we laid her in the hallway and accessed her quickly, and carried her to the car. She could no longer walk and was panting heavily. When I moved the snow brush out her the way, she was still interested in it and moved her head to sniff. That gave me hope. I drove 100 mph to the Emergency Vet while TJ held her in his arms and told her what a good girl she is. We dreaded this day. We knew it would come, but it had threatened to come so many times that we thought this would be like all the other visits these past 2 years. It was not like the other visits at all. If she had a chance to fight, we knew she would, but this was so fast, we hardly had time to process it. They told us that we had no choice, she wouldn't survive surgery and she wouldn't even make it home if we tried to take her. Unable to even process what we were told, I asked her to repeat it. We stared at her like she just ripped our hearts out of our chests and stomped on them. In the middle of the vet talking to us, another girl rushed in to let her and us know we needed to say goodbye right away. In a daze of inexperience, we followed into an already occupied room. A small hyperactive dog franticly moved around on the first table. At the second table, Weezy wiggled as she stood up when we entered walked past the wild dog on table 1. Weezy was so relieved to see us and I think she stood to introduce us and let everyone know she was with us. It was her final salute to us, and the reality took the air right from our lungs. I held and kissed her beautiful, familiar old lady face and I tried to be strong as I confessed that I will miss her always, love her forever, and she really was a good dog. She passed peacefully staring into her Dad's eyes and sniff-tasting the cheezit breath he blew on her to help her breath a little easier. When they told us she was gone, that dreadful, uncontrollable wail a mother cries when losing her young filled the room. I realized that was me making all that noise, and even though we just said goodbye, I pled for her to come back because I don't know how to live without her. The reality of the situation was we were not prepared today, but is anyone ever actually prepared to feel that profound hole shot through their heart? We were prepared for a long stay and lots of decisions to be made. We were prepared to have to drink at least $1000 worth of free coffee and hot chocolate. We were prepared for new meds, an IMHA relapse, seizure, anything except saying goodbye forever. We lost a huge piece of our lives in less than 2 hours with no choices and no warnings. We stayed with her for another 3 hours because, really, how do you go home? The silence, the refrigerator, the bowls, the last kibble she was saving from breakfast, her jacket, the empty couch, chair, floor, hallway…nothing in the house felt like home anymore. My whole world revolved around taking care of that temperamental, loud, needy, demanding, adorable, snuggly, smooch of tootsie roll and love of mine. We didn't know how to wake up, go to sleep, eat, or exist anymore. Over the course of the next two weeks, Weezy sent us signs. The night she died, TJ came home and poured paint and then we cried until we fell asleep. The next day, I was outside sobbing while looking for any paw prints she may have left, but I couldn’t find any. I walked inside upset, and TJ showed me that there was another dog who came to the yard and walked around where I looked. He went over to the windmill, which we noticed went faster every time we went outside, looked around and then left. I think she sent him to me, to comfort me or make paw prints. I’m not sure. Sometimes I could hear her barking or whining for food. I couldn’t open the refrigerator for days. One night we were sitting on the couch crying and I get a notification sound from my phone that I had never heard before. I made a joke about it being from Weezy. When I looked at it, it was a video started by my photos and it was titled “My four legged friends.” The only two pictures in it were 1 of Weezy and TJ and the other of Weezy and myself. The night before she died, we had a taco pizza for dinner. She had a little, but she begged for way more. I couldn’t stand having that taco pizza in the fridge. TJ took it outside, but he just set the box in the woods right where we parked. I went outside one morning and I noticed little paw prints that went from the untouched taco pizza (she knew she could not help herself) to my passenger door, where she always sat, and they ended. It was as if she had gone in my car. I followed the prints and they had also gone to TJ’s car, around the garage, to the white bench she always sat on and then up to our front step. There were so many signs that she wanted us to be okay. When we picked up her ashes, we felt a different kind of whole again. I wasn’t ready to have another dog, but TJ could not function without one. We looked at the painting he poured the night she died and realized it was our hands holding a darker paw. That’s when we decided to look online. There was only one female Pitbull on the sites that I looked who was urgent because she could be euthanized soon. Weezy led us to Lulu. When we went to meet her, we heard two Weezy songs, and we knew we were doing the right thing. Lulu, who we changed her name to Lala, was the final gift from Weezy. Lala kisses nonstop and it hard to be sad for too long with her around. Oh and I should tell you, she always wants to give you her paw. Thank you Weezy. Even after your death you still knew exactly what we needed. You will always be our favorite and we still miss you every single day. We will love you forever and look forward to seeing you at the Rainbow Bridge. Watch out people! When Weezy sees one of her loved ones walking up, there is no stopping that wiggle butt and happy tail! In memory of Weezy, donations can be made to the Sanctuary for Senior Dogs using the link below. http://www.sanctuaryforseniordogs.org/
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