We all have numerous memories of our dogs that we hold dear to our hearts, but there is often one that stands out more than any other. For me with Red, it was this past Tuesday. We had had a very difficult vet appointment on Monday, where we learned that his health was declining even further. At that time, we decided to do no further testing, as the outcome of the tests would have had no impact on how we decided to treat him.
But back to Tuesday, the day after the Monday appointment. It was a gorgeous day with a bright blue sky in Apple Valley, with light and fluffy snow flakes coming down. After I walked my other three dogs, I took Red out for a walk by himself. I let him roam at will in a park nearby, letting him choose how long and in what direction. We were in no hurry - it was time just for the two of us. Though he could not hear, I literally talked his ears off. I touched him as often as I possibly could. His tail never stopped wagging, and as usual, he had a smile on that beautiful face. With deep regret and an extremely sad heart, my husband and I helped our boy across the Bridge this past Thursday. Thanks to the caring staff of VCA Richfield, it was peaceful and quiet, and we both held him tightly, letting him know how very loved he was. I wish he could have heard our actual voices...and maybe in that moment before he crossed, he did. I told him to find our parents and family members, who would gladly care for him in our stead. I told him to find our dogs and other RAGOM dogs that had passed before him, so that they could show him the ropes. We both then kissed that beautiful face one more time, and told him to run hard, run fast, run joyfully....and to once again be that young, glorious handful of a dog that he once must have been. And then he was gone...and a part of my heart went with him. To meet Red was to love him. He loved to socialize above all else, and I smile thinking about the impact he had on so many people. He went to innumerable events, attended Goldzilla, was on TV, and was one of two canine representatives for RAGOM at the MOA volunteer event. I can't even begin to count how many hands must have touched him over the six months he was in my care, and he never once lost patience or stopped smiling...all he asked for was a treat in return. So many people were involved in helping Red while he was with us. His vet care was extraordinary, and I can't thank all of those professionals enough. He spent time at a doggy daycare facility by my home, either receiving his weekly medicated baths, or for boarding when we were out of town - they too loved Red, and are deeply saddened by his loss. I also want to thank all the wonderful RAGOM volunteers that helped with Red, as it so often takes a village to care for our dogs. My apologies if I forget anyone, but I specifically need to make mention of Karen H. (for her initial transport of him to me and for her help with his much needed first bath), Fred T. (for visiting him I think at literally every event, along with Linda), Sheila R. (for temp fostering during our transition between fosters for the summer), and to Mark C. and Rosemary B. for their tremendous care of him from July until he came back to me at the beginning of September. And to our Foster Help group and all the volunteers who have provided their support and friendship since his passing? I can't thank you all enough. Last, but most certainly not least, I want to extend my gratitude and heartfelt thanks to the amazing people who sponsored Red or gave him holiday icons. It is because of your generosity and compassion that we are able to continue to provide the care that dogs like Red need, and you are all deeply appreciated. So, on that note, it's farewell for now to beautiful Red. Our household, human and canine alike, needs time to heal from his loss, but when the time is right, I will honor his memory by continuing to foster the senior dogs that need us so very much. He would expect nothing less. In the meantime, I will continue to envision him running fast, running strong, making friends wherever he turns, and no doubt creating quite the stir across the Rainbow Bridge. I love you, my Red, and will never forget you. |