Eulogy for a Fighting Dog
When there’s heavy news to tell, a surprising number of diversions lead me to safer ground. This blog was intended for dog rescuers to share ideas, but I also wanted to give readers post-memoir updates on Petey. I wanted to show how brave and resilient he continues to be, and to relay anecdotes on his latest shenanigans. And I wanted to show how he continues to inspire me, and shape my identity.
But now, there is nothing more to write about him other than to say he is gone, and to say how terribly I miss him.
And it’s taken me three months to say just that.
In the past few years, I spent more of my time with Petey than any other living being. I ground up his pills, and mixed them in a variety of tasty foods. I changed his diapers. I made lean hamburger and rice for him when he could no longer eat anything else. I helped him out the door, in the car, and back up the steps for his laser therapy appointments. I changed his diapers. I picked him up when he fell, and kissed his booboos. I rubbed anti-itch ointment on his paws, put eye drops in his eyes and glued Dr. Buzby’s Toegrips on his toenails so he would have more traction.
Did I mention I changed his diapers?
But I liked caring for my elderly dog. It was my honor to continue showing him how much he was loved. After he had gifted me with my identity of an animal welfare activist, helping him in his old age evolved my identity as a (gasp!) nurturer. Even though I never had children. I learned I could step outside myself entirely and love for no more reward than the sway of his tail, and the knowledge that I was the only one he would not bite when fastening his harness around his prone body to help him to his feet.
His death was gentle. He had been giving me the “it’s time” look for weeks. Maybe even months. His eyes had always held the profoundness of survivorship, and the wisdom that comes from it. And the skepticism. So maybe I held on too long, mistaking his stoic, meaningful gazes for … well … stoic, meaningful gazes.
He passed with his bearlike head in my lap. I sang his special lullaby one last time, the one I made for him when his nightmares regularly woke us from our sleep. I felt the softness behind his ears, like a baby blanket trimmed in satin. I took in his fragrance wondering if I could hold onto it forever - to summon it when I needed to face life with the same courage that he used to heal himself.
I miss that smell. I miss seeing his scrunched up polar bear face when he slept. I miss the gentle sway of his tail which always made me feel special. It had taken him a year to trust that I was not responsible for the pain and damage that had been committed by others. After a year, I had finally earned that tail wag.
But all that is detailed in Petey: A Story of Mutual Rescue. My intention here is to turn my grief into something useful for you. And because I have no words of wisdom, I’d like to use it as a platform for sharing.
Recently, two friends lost their long-term fosters in palliative care. Not long ago, I placed a dog that was so much like my Petey into an excellent, foster-based rescue. Bella died a couple weeks later of liver cancer. It was like losing Petey all over again. These furry lives, which are far too temporary, are always leaving us prematurely. Whether it be a special foster, or one of your own, how have you coped with the loss of a beloved friend? What rituals have helped your grieving process?
3/4/2018 06:59:37 am
Few people can express in words not just the joy we receive from our fur babies in life, but the lessons and heart ache we experience when it’s their time to go. Thank you for sharing your experiences.
3/4/2018 02:33:12 pm
Thank you for sharing this beautifully written eulogy. Thank you for bravely caring for Petey and sending him on with a lullaby....meaningful to me on so many levels. I cannot wait to read his Story.
3/13/2018 10:20:46 am
I'm so sorry for your loss of Petey - he was so lucky to have had you in his life!
I am so very sorry. Thank you for giving Petey the best life and the best care. I do not think there is anything one can do other than allow themselves to feel the heartbreak of losing a loved one and eventually channeling that love into other dogs in some capacity, knowing there will never be another one like the one you loved. The dogs that teach us so much are particularly hard to lose.
3/26/2018 02:18:06 pm
So now that I have had my cry for the day, I love reading these stories. I don't think I knew about Bella's passing but remember her for sure and the happiness felt when she was rescued. What a mess she was when she first arrived. I so wish more people understood what these dogs go through and what they need, but until then, we will continue. #fortheloveofthedog. ❤️
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