My
wedding was a beautiful weekend in the mountains surrounded by very good
friends and family. It was a small
wedding, under forty people, in a big cabin full of love. My wedding day was fair and bright and
painted gold by the autumn sunshine.
Golden Autumn Splendor |
Joseph
and I were trying hard to keep the ceremony short and simple and devoid of
emotion. I wrote the words, Joseph proof
read and came up with some points to look over, and then we rewrote the vows
and called it good. Short, simple, a
little sweet. But when it came time to
say it, to speak the little words we wrote, I couldn't speak above a
squeak. I tried to harness my voice, but
I just couldn't. So much for getting in,
saying I do, and getting out. We both cried
like babies.
We had
both been looking forward to the Monday after the Sunday ceremony when we would
be back in our house with our dogs and our television and our normal life
again. I knew that Monday going home
that I was going to feel a little sad. I
knew this was normal, but I didn't know how sad it was about to get.
We came
home and were greeted by two happy dogs who had stayed home with the dog sitter
for the big weekend. They both seemed so
content despite one having a limping leg from being too gung ho with her walks,
and the older one having a little trouble with bathroom times. (To my lovely landlady, Hillary, please note
the dogs were never allowed on carpets other than our throw rugs, and the
messes that had happened were all very well contained and cleaned easily.) Dinky, the incontinent dog, seemed fine and
happy otherwise.
Good Old Dinky |
Then
Friday came and Dinky couldn't stand up by himself. We thought it might be some joint pain we had
noticed with the cold weather, so we used a towel for a sling and helped him up
when he needed to go out. Saturday, we
found him very sick and in so much pain he tried to bite us when we touched his
hind legs and lower abdomen, which were all starting to swell. We began looking for veterinarians who would
come to the house, because I refused to put Dinky through a vet visit in his
current state. Those visits were
stressful enough for him in good health.
We found a veterinarian who was able to come to us on Monday morning at
the earliest. Sunday we kept him as
comfortable as we possibly could. He
refused to mess himself, but trips outside were agonizing for him. I was so proud of Joseph, he stayed
strong.
Then
the Vet came in with Monday’s gray, cold morning. She was kind with a small, sweet voice. She had big, sympathetic eyes and listened to
our plight with interest and understanding.
After a brief assessment, she told us that we had a difficult choice to
make. Would we do everything for him to
keep him alive despite his pain, agony, and loss of quality of life? Or would we allow him to pass with what
comfort she could provide? The choice
was easy. Having grown up on the
grandparent’s farm, where the animals lay their life down for our hunger, we
all knew the responsibility we had towards these animals. Death must come for us all: dogs, chickens,
humans, horses. But for these animals
who shared their life with us, we had a responsibility to make their passing as
easy and painless for them as possible.
Prolonging Dinky’s life meant prolonging his suffering for my own
selfish need to keep him near me longer.
Joseph agreed wholeheartedly, and the Vet did, too. Dinky was made very comfortable, and passed
away peacefully in our arms.
A surprise! |
Joseph
surprised me with Dinky when we had officially moved into the same house
together. He was a skittish ball of
black fur and big eyes. We had him
before we had celebrated our first anniversary.
He was a part of our lives from the very beginning. Joseph and I haven’t known life together
without Dinky in it. And the old guy had
made it through our wedding weekend without giving away how very sick he was
becoming. He greeted us back home with a
wag of his tale, always politely waiting for us to come to pet him. My Dinky, the Wolf of Tacoma, has passed away
and my home just doesn't feel the same.
Dinky, the Wolf of Tacoma |
I’m
sorry for such a sad blog. I promise to
write more about the little wedding details that made our big day so
fantastic. But for now, I wanted to
express my loss. Life moves on, whether
we will or not.
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