It feels like I haven’t read or written a blog post in a few years at this point (yesterday’s post was scheduled). I just wanted to hop on here and give a life update since so much has been happening. On Friday, I had to say goodbye to my best friend- my beloved rescued golden/chow mix, Walter.
We rescued him in 2010, and he was already a senior. If you follow me on Instagram you see pictures of him all the time! 🙂 Walter was a disabled dog too (radial nerve paralysis in his front left leg), but he never let that stop him. He was old when we got him, but that doesn’t mean I was ready to say goodbye. Are we ever ready when it comes to a dog? In my experience, definitely not. I’m not completely sure of Walter’s true age, but he was probably 14 or 15 when he passed away. Pretty amazing for a dog of his size and with a disability!
It’s hard to explain the love and adoration I have for him. We had an incredible bond. If you want to read more about Walter’s life, you can check out this blog post I wrote in 2011 about his one year update. Walter lived a happy life with us and he also died happy. He just stopped eating last week and the vet said he just got old; his bones couldn’t support the weight of his body anymore, especially with his disability.
To make things worse, my husband and I were signed up to run a race on Saturday morning. I barely ate on Friday, cried all night, cried all morning on Saturday, and didn’t stretch as much as I needed. By some miracle I finished the race in 35:52, and believe me every step felt like a struggle. I think Walter carried me that whole way, because I just wasn’t up for running. Still, it was a Veterans Honor Run and how could I possibly skip out on a race for veterans!? My running mantra was “run with four legs”, because Walter always had to hobble around with one bad one.
I promised Walter he would never suffer with me, and he never did. His last day was a good day, and he did all of his favorite things: snuggling with me, slept under the tree in the sun, and slept on his new dog bed. He just wouldn’t eat…and when he wouldn’t eat his favorite food, it was time. Our favorite vet was there and even he was choking up about it, but he made a good point: you never want the dog to have more bad days than good days, and that’s probably where Walter was headed without eating.
Yesterday, (our wedding anniversary of all days) my husband and I picked up his ashes, so now my boy is home. I feel a little better with this, but it will take time to heal, that’s for sure. I’m just going to try and keep busy by writing more, as I have tons of ideas for this blog all the time!
Thank you for reading. 🙂
*Edit- Please visit the comments to see a very loving tribute from my amazing husband!