I'm not really sure how to even start off this post other than it is very quiet around our house right now. Too quiet with a layer of sadness everywhere I look. Last Thursday was heart wrenching, and even harder to write about, because we made the decision to say goodbye to Foyle that morning. It was time and when that time comes you can't deny it any longer and watch your best friend suffer more than is necessary. Yes, it's true that they will let you know when they are ready but it doesn't make it any easier to see that look in their face telling you it's enough. But his body was saying that it had had enough and couldn't go on any more. So we said goodbye.
These two pictures are some of the last pictures I took of him sleeping Wednesday night and they mean so much to me because it was just the two of us together and that's when I knew. Unfortunately our time is so short with our pets and we have to take the sad moments along with the good moments. Life isn't always runs on the beach, hiking in the woods, or playing fetch like our blogs seems to portray. It's coming home from work at lunch so you can squirt syringes full of chicken soup down your dog's throat just to get some food in them, or trying to get them to take 10 pills a day, or waking up at 4:00 a.m. each morning to let them lay outside or get a drink of water, or holding them until they stop trembling. But you do it because you love them to pieces and you want to fight for them to get better, and in return they just want to make you happy.
I'm so grateful that Foyle chose us and that we had five years of his sweet, gentle, friendly ways. He loved to be around people and soaked up all the attention he got no matter who he was with or where he was at. My friend said, through her tears, that she would be so offended if he greeted everyone the way he greeted her! (He truly did love her though and was so happy to see her, but it's so sweet to know that he had a special place in other people's hearts too!) He loved his Sunday walks to the point where he would come and wake me up two hours early to make sure we were going; he had to meet up with his buddies. He protected his dachshunds and actually thought he was one too when he was little, always using their stairs and ramps, and occasionally their bed. They taught him to use the doggy door and to bark at the mailman, he taught them that strangers give you food if you hang around him long enough. So many good memories, that's what counts the most.
But now it's quiet and his blankets and crate are put away, we've washed his dishes and pill boxes, and all his unopened medicine will be donated to our vet. I noticed that his favorite treat balls are still stuck under the furniture and I really don't feel like getting them out right now. Hidden is better for a little while longer.
So, thank you for letting me share Foyle with you these past five years! Do me a favor and go spend some extra time with your dogs tonight because before you know it you'll be begging them for one more walk, one more game of fetch, one more treat ball in your lap. Hugs and kisses from Foyle and the NewfandHound pack!