Brought so much into my life - took so much when they left.
I loved all three. They were all very special in their own way.
Madeline. My heart dog, raised from a pup, went to the bridge just before her 10th birthday. We had been preparing for a fun family road trip holiday with her and Roman, when she tripped and somersaulted and injured her spinal cord. Put to sleep in our home by the very kind Dr. Kaler. Devastated. An amazing human to canine connection. Devoted to each other. "Joined at the hip". We were inseparable. Love you always and forever M!
|Madeline and her Dobie-Popsicle|
Roman. Sweet, slow, big and very kind. One of the funniest dogs I have ever met. Loved by all the kids in our neighbourhood. He too went to the bridge just before his 10th birthday. Roman had not been well and we were taking him to the vet as he seemed to be retaining water. He passed in the yard before the appointment. Congestive heart failure. Sudden cardiac event. We knew this was coming so it allowed for some level of preparation but it does not change how painful losing him was. Roman's passing was a case of don't know what you have until it's gone. Miss you tons Romie!
Chase. Gorgeous. Stunning. One of the most beautiful Dobermans I have ever seen and probably will ever see. Came from a highly recommended breeder out of Beaverton, Oregon. Personally referred. Chase was aggressive, very sick with autoimmune disease and full of rage. Afraid of light and allergic to everything. I spent a year and a half trying to save him, with many professionals local and out of town. Trying to save him from himself. He became dangerous. Dangerous to me, to himself, to the world. Really dangerous. Chase went to the bridge at 2.5 years old. I never told anyone this, but I was sick to my stomach for days after he passed. Sick with guilt - because I felt I failed him. I loved him so much. We had an incredible bond that I could not explain. We bonded on the first day we met. He needed me and I needed him. During all this time, his Breeder ignored us and the deeply and very troubled Chase. In the end, to this day, not a word from her. This is still very raw. Trying not to think about this does not work as memories wait and wait. Like wolves at the door.
This is a little poem someone sent me when Chase passed - it helps to read it.
It is all the love you want to give but you cannot.
All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes,
the lump in your throat,
and that hollow part in your chest.
Grief is just love with no place to go.
If you happen to be grieving the loss of a pet, I hope this poem can in some small way help you with your loss as it does for me. Even today as I write this blog.
Lee and Sabrina 💔💔💔
Lee and Sabrina 💔💔💔