The circle of life...saying Good-bye.

A couple of weeks ago, you might remember I posted that we thought we may have had some bad dog food.  Oakley starting turning his nose at it every time it was offered.  Entire bowls of dog food left untouched.  He would eat other things offered...snacks or tidbits from our plates...so we assumed it was something the vet referred to as "preferential eating."  We went out and purchased a different type of food, offered him a bowl full...and he ate that.  We assumed then we had been right that something was wrong with his former food.  That feeling was short lived because soon he was refusing the new food as well.  He was starting to drop some weight...so we knew it was time to get him into the vet.  The news was not good.  There was a slight chance that we could be dealing with an infection, so we attempted antibiotics, just in case.  The more likely scenario, according a blood sample taken by the vet, was some sort of cancer or major liver issue.  The prognosis was that he would likely deteriorate quickly.

Now, those of you who know me well...know that the dog and I have not always been on the best terms...in fact...sometimes he drove me just plain nuts.  The non-shedding breed of puppy we picked out, turned out to shed more than any dog I've ever seen.  And you could vacuum and ten minutes later find tufts of hair around.  A Labradoodle, he's part retriever, and so he retrieved...constantly.  Socks, laundry, towels, the bathmat in the bathroom...you get the idea.  He's also the size of a small pony but clearly sees himself as one of those small lap dogs. His head was the same height as the kitchen counter...so any food on the counters was surely left for him.   The mere sight of a ball would send him over the edge and render him uncontrollable.   Oh and one had better look out when the doorbell rang...more than once he tried to scale the sofa to get to the door to see who was there.  There were times when I think he believed himself a small child.  If the grandchildren were visiting, he had to be in the midst of whatever they were doing.  Their toys... were his toys...and we would constantly catch him trying to sneak off with whatever they were playing with.  If they were eating, he was perched as close as could be to nab anything they might drop. 

After getting the news from the vet ...we spent some time discussing our options....and trying to come up with a plan.  An "end of life" plan for the dog.  It's amazing how many memories and raw emotions from my Dad's death last January have come to the surface during this time.  Still incredibly painful....selfishly...I don't want to experience watching another life waste away...a little bit more each day.  It's gut wrenching.  That same fear I feel of walking into the room and the uncertainty of what I will find is present.

Just like when I sat beside my Dad at the end of his days...and recalled the good memories...I will try to stay focused on the good things about this wild dog.

Like the time I entered the room and witnessed him sitting there... so very still... as Ava (age 3 at the time) was lathering his mouth with vanilla chapstick.  She matter of factly announced to me that dogs, well Oakley,... loved chapstick.  Oakley licked his lips as if on command.  I overheard countless conversations she had with him him about how he... was her very best friend. 

This happens naturally when you are the size of a small pony...small children, like Finn, assume that they are supposed to ride on you...and examine your eyes.

 

Even the smallest of children seem enthralled by the big dog.  Sometimes, I think they communicate with him in a language that we adults...just don't understand.

 

 

Oakley loved a good game of "chase" just as much as the kids. 

I am thankful... that although a bit unruly at times...he loved those babies.

This past week, we let him eat whatever he was willing to try...bananas...occasionally toast...cherry tomatoes...Cheetos.  It is obvious...his time has come.

 

Once again..we're saying Good-Bye.