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Dear Rufus

February 23rd, 2015 | Posted by Emily in Doggies! | Loss for words | Rufus | Smiling through tears - (15 Comments)

Dear Rufus,

1 month ago we said goodbye to you, and I still am having a hard time believing that you are gone. I constantly check the floor as I’m walking to make sure I don’t bump into you because you always loved to be underfoot. Whenever someone knocks on the door I wait to hear you bark and am sad when the house is silent. This weekend when we were cleaning the bathroom, a toilet paper roll fell onto the floor and I scrambled to pick it up because I know how much you loved to chew on tissues. It’s just weird because you are still so present to me, so when something happens and I remember you are gone, the pain of that day comes rushing back and it takes my breath away.

Rufus and Mom

Can I tell you something, Ru? I hate that I had to make the call to end your life. I wouldn’t wish that decision on my worst enemy… deciding the day I would say goodbye to my best friend was absolutely devastating. But seeing you decline was devastating too – seeing you panicked when you were awake and only finding solace when you were snuggled up next to me asleep. I don’t want to talk anymore about how sick you were though – I don’t want to remember you like that. Instead, I want to remember my favorite things… the stories I tell people about you with a huge smile on my face…for instance:

  • The day I brought you home to my apartment and you wouldn’t sleep and kept peeing everywhere, so in exasperation I took my blanket outside to the front lawn and attached a leash to your collar and wrapped the handle around my wrist and fell asleep while you pranced happily around me (of course, still peeing everywhere). I was 21 and clearly not ready for motherhood.
  • The time you walked right into a pond because the algae floating on top looked like grass. You were so startled and seemed genuinely offended that Daniel and I couldn’t stop laughing at you.
  • How you confused “down” with “roll over” so you just combined the two… but you rolled over with such fervor!
  • How you didn’t like very many people, but the people who you did let into your circle, you loved them with force.

I miss you, buddy. I miss your velvet-y soft ears. I miss having you curled up next to me in bed. I miss your soft kisses. I miss you.  I will never know another dog like you. You are one of a kind. I love you.

Your Mama

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This evening I will go over to the home of my friend and KC Pittie Pack co-founder, Crystal, to hold her hand as she says goodbye to her longtime foster, Charlie Machete. Crystal found Charlie running around the Trolley Trail in our neighborhood in July 2011. After being unable to locate his owner, she took him in as her foster dog without a second thought.

It became clear pretty quickly that Charlie had some deep seated issues to overcome – fear of people, distrust of (some) dogs, being generally nervous… I have watched for the past two years as Crystal has worked tirelessly with Charlie to help him overcome these issues. She took up jogging to help him expel his nervous energy, she worked on his confidence through training, she bought endless types of leashes and head harnesses to find just the right one for Charlie, and even turned to medicine to help him get through a day without feeling the need to act out with aggression.

Charlie was adopted last year to a guy who seemed okay with working on those issues… until Crystal received a call from a shelter in Omaha alerting her that Charlie had been dropped off at the shelter and unless she picked him up, they would have to euthanize him due to his aggressive nature towards the shelter staff. Crystal’s boyfriend Zach raced up to Omaha to retrieve Charlie and back into foster he went. Crystal amped up her training efforts and things seemed to be getting better… until they weren’t.

After a couple more incidents of Charlie biting or attempting to bite people, Crystal has made the difficult decision to put Charlie to sleep. I will be there by her side as the vet comes to her house to do the procedure. I’ll admit, although I have had several family dogs put to sleep over the years, my mom has always shielded me from the procedure, opting to go to the vet’s office by herself to spare me the pain of it all. So this will be a first for me. But I know that I wouldn’t want to do this alone… and I always got along with Charlie. So I want to pay my respects and tell Charlie that he is a good dog, he is loved so much by Crystal, and that he isn’t going to live his life in fear anymore. And I want to tell Crystal that she is a good foster mom and that she is loved and supported. Today is going to be a hard day – if you think about it, please send some good thoughts and prayers to Crystal and Charlie.

I’ll be back on Monday with part two of my East Coast trip….

Shocked and saddened.

April 16th, 2013 | Posted by Emily in Loss for words | Stuff I Love - (4 Comments)

My heart is broken for the people of Boston. As we begin to mourn for those who were wounded or killed, I am reminded of the wise words of Mr. Rogers: “When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.'” So that is what I am doing today… looking for the helpers. The helpers will always outnumber those who seek to tear us apart.

(For the record: No, we did not teach Turk this. Yes, we think it is the coolest thing ever.)