I haven’t posted on my blog for a while and recently have been thinking about getting back into it. I thought this would be an appropriate subject to start up again.
Hunter, our yellow lab, came into our lives about seven years ago. He was a rescue dog, found on a Reserve, skin and bones, whip marks all over his face, teeth broken and missing. The only thing we knew about him other than the fact he had been abandoned and mistreated was that he had a pellet in his back leg and stomach that were never removed. Despite all this, we brought him into our home and although he has not been an active dog he has given us seven years of unconditional love and affection. Regardless of how humans treated him in the past, he never showed any signs of aggression (well expect once with the FedEx man) and always was even tempered. He wanted to be with us at all times and when I was home, never left my side. As he got older, arthritis set in making it harder for him to get around. We had to stop him from going up and down the stairs in the house because that was becoming too painful for him and even the two stairs of the deck were becoming a challenge. Last night, when I came home, he seemed to have great difficulty walking but managed to go outside to do his business. After a while, I looked out and found him sitting on a snow bank looking as if he had no idea where he was, his eye was twitching and when he tried to stand, he couldn’t. I managed to get him in the house, but he kept looking around as if he was lost or confused. He lay on the kitchen floor and I just stood there not knowing what to do. My daughter was coming home for reading week and was so looking forward to seeing her Poopy Doop again but I am thankful that she has the opportunity to say good bye. It breaks my heart to sit here with him today and see him suffer silently. Regardless, I still think – Are you making the right choice? Will he get better? but then I see him try to get up and walk to the door and he can’t and I know that our decision is justified.
So tonight at 7:30, we will bring our beloved pet to the Vet and say good bye. We at least gave him seven years of a warm bed, lots of love, attention, good food and many, at times too many, doggie treats.
You never realize how much a dog fills your heart until they are gone. There are so many things I will miss about him. He was there every night when I got home, wagging his tail. I knew he was not only excited to see me but it alway meant that when the Mamma came home there was food put in his bowl, or how he used to sit at our feet when we looked at TV and put his paw on our foot as if to say – I’m here pay attention to me, the snores when he slept, the way he would rub his nose with his paws when you would tickle him, how he would always come into the kitchen when I was cutting things up for supper hoping that he might get a piece of carrot or potato. He usually did. The times we would have pizza he would always go and sit by Brian’s chair in the hope that he would get an occasional pizza crust. He usually did. How he would come and wait as we poured his bag of dog food into the container because he always knew there would be a few pieces that would “accidently” fall on the floor. There always was.
I’m not sure where doggies go after they die, but I sure do hope that where ever he goes he will be able to run without pain, chase balls, have an endless supply of treats and that he can find his brother Chase and play tug of war once again.
Hunter you will be forever in our hearts and like the Xmas tree needles, I’m sure I will still find your dog hair around the house for years to come.