Jinxie G passed away last week, February 9th, 2011, from multiple complications, one of which included her 135-lb. malamute Moon and a staircase. It appears that while Jinxie attempted to control the dog’s descent down the stairs, Moon decided it would be a good time to learn how to fly, being that she’s a “special” dog and continually placing her feet on the EDGE of the steps. Moon’s inability to take flight resulted in both of them tumbling down the stairs. So much for harness training. The dog survived and is fine after Jinxie broke her fall, but she is now stuck in the apartment. Jinxie’s lack of decent physical shape couldn’t stop them from falling, which is why she’d planned on going back to the gym. No need for that now. Save the thirty bucks a month.
Another complication was that Jinxie’s calves hurt like a mother . . . er, they hurt . . . a lot, from going up and down the stairs during the 21-hour move. She’d said that very day the stairs would kill her. Oh, how correct she was. Too bad she didn’t know her calves would be fine the next day and that she should have held onto the railing when descending the staircase.
We retrieved this photo from the day of death, which some of you may have seen.
Jinxie is survived by Umi, her mother, Akhi, her brother she’s mad at, and her older brother, Scope (he’s an air traffic controller), in Dallas, TX who probably wishes he’d never met her by now, if he’s read any part of her blog.
God rest her soul, but she’ll meet you in Hell. She hopes there’s a bar. If so, she’ll buy you a drink when you get there.
10 thoughts on “RIP”
I’ll have an Irish Car Bomb, thank you very much.
As for the gym membership, don’t worry. Between the heat and the hard labor, you’ll be looking like a supermodel in no time. Only downside could be working as a succubus. Or not. Depends on how you look at things. Glass half full and all.
Just make sure to put in a good word for me. Better yet, tell them I’m a badass and that I’ll fit right in.
You’re my twin so you’re going with me. LOL
Oh, poor Jinxie!
Sorry to hear you are banged up. Maybe a little red wine and some samba music will make you feel better.
Much as I love malamutes and other big huggy dogs, there are times when I enjoy our 10 pound rocket dog just fine. Not all the time, mind you.
Red wine, samba, bossa nova, a yummy novel will help you fill in the time till you’re back on your feet. :)TX
Thanks, hon. 🙂
Due to the nature of her injuries sustained in the fall, this will be a semi-closed casket. As her calves now look awesome (as shown in the picture above) we know Jinxie would be proud of them so the lower half of the casket will be available for viewing and admiration. In lieu of flowers, it is asked that a donation be made to the Otis Elevator Company in her name in order that all buildings with staircases be supplemented with elevators so this doesn’t happen to anyone else.
ROFLMFAO! I fucking love you!
RIP oh great Amazon! I hope you are in Valhalla, hanging out with Xena. In the event that you are in hell, not to worry, I know several ways to get you out should you be so inclined. Use the 8-Ball to signal me an affirmative. Otherwise, save me a seat, I’m sure I’m not far behind you.
PS Can I have your stuff?
LMFAO! No, you cannot have my stuff!
You know how to get me out of Hell? Right on!
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