My mom asks me to write the hard blogs, so here I am. It is hard because I went to Rainbow Bridge this week and my people have a hole in their lives the size of a big black dog, the size of me.
I’d been having some pain in my face and at my age any little thing (or in my case the big cancer thing) can mean it’s time to take that last sleep to Rainbow Bridge and play with all the other beloved pets.
And I am beloved – by almost everyone who knew me – but especially by my mom and dad. My people love me – and I knew it every day.
I came to live with them in 2010. My other people left me in Elko, Nevada and even though it was scary at the time, it worked out very well for me.
I couldn’t tell my new mom and dad my name so they named me Elko. My mom almost always calls me Sweet Boy which fits me perfectly. My dad has many names for me – Baby, Baby Boy, Big Brawny Boy. I answer to all of them because my people love me – and I knew it every day.
I couldn’t tell them exactly how old I was but we decided five was a good age to begin my new life. (That makes me thirteen now – a good long time for a big black dog – but it doesn’t feel long enough.)
I couldn’t tell my people about all the things I knew and they sure were surprised when I showed them I could herd cows!
They showed me some things too. They showed me that hiking sand dunes could be fun.
They showed me that riding in our boat could be fun too. I had to show them I knew how to swim but I never liked it.
When we left our house and my backyard and all of our stuff, they never considered leaving me behind. My mom and dad took me so many places. My people love me – and I knew it every day.
And then we went even more places together! My people love me – and I knew it every day.
My dad used to say he was the pack leader because sometimes I’d follow my dad more than my mom. But really, maybe I was the pack leader. My mom and dad followed all my routines. My people love me – and I knew it every day.
My special time with my mom was early in the morning. We’d go outside and then she’d make me a special breakfast because I liked variety. She’d make sure I took my pills and then help me get on the bed for a morning nap with my dad. My mom loves me – and I knew it every day.
My dad would sit outside with me all the time because I really liked being outside. Sometimes it was cold and sometimes it was hot but he sat with me anyway. My dad loves me – and I knew it every day.
I knew how to get as many treats as I wanted and as many walks as I wanted and how to make my people happy with a little bit of cuddling. I am the sweet boy – always wanting to be close by – but cuddling was something I did only in small portions. Mostly we cuddled for a few minutes at night as we all went to bed. My dad would rub my ears and I’d do little growls to make him happy. I love my people too.
They enjoyed watching me dream and see my feet twitch and my nose move all around. They’d imagine I was dreaming about running and playing the way I used to before the old body held me back. They hope that life is like that for me now at Rainbow Bridge. Until we meet again…