Thursday, March 29, 2018

More: Over The Rainbow Bridge

Last Saturday we had to put our Rusty Doggins down.  It was a very  hard thing to witness and especially hard to do.  Rusty is no longer suffering, and we have started to understand the reality of it.  We cried and hugged and said goodbye to a dog we had spying on us for 11 1/2 years.  I say that lovingly, because anyone who has had a dog knows that they follow you around and watch every move you make.  They bounce up and come running at the slightest noise in the next room.  You're just opening a package or opening a can of soup, but they have to see what you're doing.

So now, as with our loved ones, we are remembering the fun times we had with Rusty.  I will (but I won't) miss his habit of pestering me about 4:00 or 5:00 pm for a walk outside.  It didn't seem to matter if it was 9 below zero, Rusty wanted a walk and would persist for about an hour until I gave in or simply ignored him.  Sometimes he snorted at me after an hour of trying.  All I had to do was say the word "walk" and Rusty was bounding around the house anticipating a walk. Oh, and you couldn't say "talk", or "clock" or "taco" or "sock" or any word with the "awk" sound in it. They all meant "a walk", and he would come running.

 He didn't seem very interested in walking the last few months, though.  I think he had pain when walking.  He reluctantly took a walk with me, although it seemed like he enjoyed it toward the end after he limbered up a little.

We got a really nice sympathy card from our favorite pet doctors with some paw prints of Rusty to remember him by.  We'll probably put it in a "shadow box" on the wall.  So ends the saga of Rusty Doggins.  ~JN

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More: Over The Rainbow Bridge

Last Saturday we had to put our Rusty Doggins down.  It was a very  hard thing to witness and especially hard to do.  Rusty is no longer suf...