Monday, October 28, 2013

You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

A puffy little fur-ball came into my life back in 2004.  He was a new Lhasa Apso puppy and his name was, quite fittingly, Max.  He was my grandpuppy before my grandsons came along and I used to do daily care for him as well while my son and daughter-in-law worked.  I house-broke him, walked him, and loved him with everything in me.  He had the biggest heart of any dog I've ever known, and his instinctive empathy was amazing.  When I was quite ill at one point, he used to jump up on the bed and stretch out his body alongside mine, giving me warmth and comfort.  He was so happy-go-lucky, something that served him well once the grandboys came along.  His one downfall was he never did learn to obey the word "Come!"  If he accidentally slipped out of the door, he was gone! But he always managed to find his way back.

This past week Max began showing signs he wasn't feeling well, around Wednesday.  He wouldn't eat or drink, he had no energy.  He lost his luster and his shine and his eyes became dull.  My son was out of town for a week's vacation with Dear Hubby so getting Max to the vet and trying to get him some help fell on my daughter-in-law and me.  By Friday he was very ill.  She took him in earlier in the day, then I took him back Friday evening so they could give him an IV to try to sustain him until the next morning when the Veterinary Hospital opened.  By Saturday morning, he was in pretty desperate shape.  We took him in, and to make a very sad story short, we had to have him put down.  He was barely hanging on to life when he arrived at the hospital.

So...Maxie will never be slipping out of the door again and frisking off into the distance.  He'll never come and sit beside me early in the morning on the days I take care of my grandsons, laying his head on my lap while we wait for the boys to awaken.  He doesn't need to worry about obeying the word "Come!" anymore.  I'm sure in his little corner of doggy heaven he's free to run and enjoy himself as much as he wants to.  I'm sure he's there to give some little angel boy or girl all the love he bestowed on us here on earth.  And I'm sure, on the day each of us gets to heaven, he'll be there waiting at the gate to welcome us home.

5 comments:

CWMartin said...

I know how you feel. If he happens to run into a beagle named Fred, tell him to say hi.

Rosemary Nickerson said...

Miss Kriss, My heart goes out to you as you grieve for Max. Our dogs entwine their hearts with our own and it really hurts when they are gone. Blessings.

Anita said...

Ohhh Kris, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry that I'm just seeing this.

Your post expresses your love for Maxie very well, and I totally understand.

Donna B. said...

I am so sad to hear of your loss. I cannot imagine. I am a dog owner/lover too… I totally agree our pets return to Heaven, because they are furry angels here on earth. Words fail me, but please know my heart is there with you. May all your wonderful memories bring you some comfort. (((((HUGS))))

Midlife Roadtripper said...

Aw, I know this is late, but I'm so sorry for your loss. Losing those animals are like losing an arm and 3/4 of your heart. They love us so. Hope your pain as eased some as time has gone on.