Friday, December 28, 2012
On a beautiful, recent, sunny day that seemed wrong, we had to take the last trip to the veterinarian with our precious "Bichon," a rescue dog.
He was sent to us from Tulsa, Okla., headquarters of Small Paws Rescue, when he was 9 years old, to be fostered because we already had two dogs. He was full of life, playful and so loving.
When I brought him into the house, he ran straight to my husband sitting in a chair, jumped on his lap and looked at him with those big Bichon eyes. That did it: Husband Bob said, "He's not going anywhere, he's staying right here!"
And so we, our other two dogs, family members, including the two grandchildren staying with us on weekdays, got to share the life of this wonderful little boy dog for almost seven years.
Unfortunately, his age caught up with him too soon. He lost his sight and hearing, and developed dementia, which meant he whined a lot, walked around in circles or stood for long times with his head down. His enjoyment of life was gone.
Only people who have gone through losing such a dear companion animal can understand the pain and heartache this brings. We picture him in dog heaven to ease our hurt and think, still better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
— Nan Fariss, a reader in Roanoke