Ski Fanatic Mom
Certified Ski Diva
....Today, Sept. 1st, we were faced with making that decision that all
pet lovers hope they never have to make. Actually, yesterday should
have been that day, but selfishly, we weren't ready to let go of our
gentle giant, our regal boy, our loving, loyal and faithful companion
and family member.
It became apparent on Friday night that Hunter's hip was not
doing very well. Saturday morning we called the vet for some Rimadyl
and said "no" to his request to examine Hunter. We made Hunter very
comfortable on Saturday, pampered and spoiled him and stayed with him
all day. Even though he needed help to walk, I was shocked to find
him in my bedroom sound asleep on Sunday morning. But that was my
boy! He was loyal and loving and did everything he could to make it
up those stairs. Sunday's routine echoed of Saturdays, but it was
clear he was getting worse. Again, much to my amazement, there he
was, in my room again this morning.
We had a quiet time in the morning. I fed him his breakfast "in
bed" (God! He lived for food!!!!) but when he got up to walk, he
couldn't even use his front legs anymore. He never complained of
pain, was ready to "get in the game" so to speak, but we knew, we
couldn't let him suffer.
Rick stayed by his side while we released him to cross that
Rainbow Bridge, where I knew my dad and Quincy were waiting. I know
because I dreamed of my dad last night, and this morning, while
waiting for Rick to return, I saw a mourning dove sitting on my front
lawn, staring at me as I looked out the window. As I watched it, and
it watched me, just sitting there, I called Brooke over to look at it.
She began crying and told me Hunter laid in that exact spot this
morning when Rick took him out of the house.
So, although I know that my boy is running in heaven, with my
dad, free of pain, my heart is breaking! He was THE ONE - the best
dog I ever had (OMG, the mourning dove is back)., He loved kids,
always kissing them, he loved his rides in the car, he loved his boys
(Casey and Scott) and he loved his girl (Brooke). He loved his
family, and when put to the test, he loved us more than food, and that
is saying a lot cuz, boy, that dog loved food!
I know we did the right thing, but God, it hurt so badly.
Amazingly, I got the signs that I asked for. For that I am thankful.
For the 11 years that Hunter made this family complete, I am thankful.
For friends like all of you, who know the heartache we are going
through, I am thankful. For that mourning dove, still sitting
comfortably in my front yard, as I type this, I am thankful.
Fondly, Bernadette :Cry:
PS That mourning dove is STILL sitting there!
pet lovers hope they never have to make. Actually, yesterday should
have been that day, but selfishly, we weren't ready to let go of our
gentle giant, our regal boy, our loving, loyal and faithful companion
and family member.
It became apparent on Friday night that Hunter's hip was not
doing very well. Saturday morning we called the vet for some Rimadyl
and said "no" to his request to examine Hunter. We made Hunter very
comfortable on Saturday, pampered and spoiled him and stayed with him
all day. Even though he needed help to walk, I was shocked to find
him in my bedroom sound asleep on Sunday morning. But that was my
boy! He was loyal and loving and did everything he could to make it
up those stairs. Sunday's routine echoed of Saturdays, but it was
clear he was getting worse. Again, much to my amazement, there he
was, in my room again this morning.
We had a quiet time in the morning. I fed him his breakfast "in
bed" (God! He lived for food!!!!) but when he got up to walk, he
couldn't even use his front legs anymore. He never complained of
pain, was ready to "get in the game" so to speak, but we knew, we
couldn't let him suffer.
Rick stayed by his side while we released him to cross that
Rainbow Bridge, where I knew my dad and Quincy were waiting. I know
because I dreamed of my dad last night, and this morning, while
waiting for Rick to return, I saw a mourning dove sitting on my front
lawn, staring at me as I looked out the window. As I watched it, and
it watched me, just sitting there, I called Brooke over to look at it.
She began crying and told me Hunter laid in that exact spot this
morning when Rick took him out of the house.
So, although I know that my boy is running in heaven, with my
dad, free of pain, my heart is breaking! He was THE ONE - the best
dog I ever had (OMG, the mourning dove is back)., He loved kids,
always kissing them, he loved his rides in the car, he loved his boys
(Casey and Scott) and he loved his girl (Brooke). He loved his
family, and when put to the test, he loved us more than food, and that
is saying a lot cuz, boy, that dog loved food!
I know we did the right thing, but God, it hurt so badly.
Amazingly, I got the signs that I asked for. For that I am thankful.
For the 11 years that Hunter made this family complete, I am thankful.
For friends like all of you, who know the heartache we are going
through, I am thankful. For that mourning dove, still sitting
comfortably in my front yard, as I type this, I am thankful.
Fondly, Bernadette :Cry:
PS That mourning dove is STILL sitting there!
Losing such a dear pet that is part of your family is very painful.
