Today the vet is coming to our house to put our fur-friend, Katie to rest. She has several tumors and an enlarged liver and has not eaten in four days. She is just not interested in any food anymore. It is time to let her go wherever it is that dogs go to wait for us. Some say they play in a field near the Rainbow Bridge until they see us again. I am not sure, but I want to believe that our pets will be in Heaven, running and playing in a complete and pain-free body until we join them. The Bible mentions other animals in Heaven and my heart says dogs will be there, too.
Katie found us one day when she was approximately five months old. HB (HoneyBunny) was stooped down, checking something or other under the car, when -“slurp”- he got a big ol’ wet kiss on his cheek from this little brown puppy that had just appeared around the corner of the garage. It was love at first lick! We tried to find who she belonged to, but we were not successful. The animal shelter told us if no one claimed her after three days, we could keep her. No one did, so we took her in to join our other two dogs.
Right from the start, she was a wonderful pet. She loved people, especially the Grandkids. Strange dogs and any cat were another story, however. She faithfully protected us from any such interloper throughout her eleven years with us. She romped with and chased our other pup, Annie, endlessly until the two of them wore a path around the yard! They shared the role of Alpha dog – Annie taking control through the early years and Katie taking over once Annie got diabetes and wasn’t feeling quite so chipper.
We will miss our “Little Girl” and the house will not be the same without a 100 pound lump of brown fur lying right where we need to walk. She had a knack for being smack in the middle of the traffic pattern of whichever room she decided to be in. Towards the end, when it was too difficult for her to get up and down often, she just picked a spot and stayed there for hours.
HB tells me we will never have another pet. He says it is just too heartbreaking when they die. I believe that especially in our older years it is important to have an impartial companion who loves unconditionally, to help us through lonely times, sickness, and just to talk to when no one else is nearby. Pets are good therapy for us elders, and there are so many animals that need homes. Perhaps one day he will change his mind.