2015 has been a difficult year for us so far; we lost our dear dog, Pudding on New Year's Eve and sadly, Teddy was laid to rest on the Saturday before Easter. After fourteen years of hearing the 'jingles' on his collar and his tiny toenails clicking on the floor, the house is now very, very silent.
|Teddy on his special pillow at Grandma's house, perched in the window. Always the watch dog, making sure we were safe.|
|Teddy in his 'old man' sweater that I made for him. It has a picture of Teddy Bear on it, actually, but he did look like an old fella in it.|
He had an insatiable appetite for playing ball; I don't know how many times we threw his 'spike' ball for him; it was really amazing how he never tired of it. We did grow tired of the game sometimes and would resort to putting his ball in a pair of blue jeans with the leg knotted loosely shut. He would work on that knot for up to an hour if he had to and usually always succeeded in getting his ball free.
I called Joel. We both knew what we had to do; it was time to say goodbye. I tearfully made the call to our veterinarian; the office was closed. Teddy was lying there looking at me, wondering why it was so hard to take a breath. I took a chance and called another vet's office that had recently opened in our small town, and was happy to hear they would fit us into their busy schedule as soon as we arrived. What a blessing it was, I am so very grateful to the staff.
I remembered when he was a much younger dog and had broken a dewclaw. I had to take him to the vet to have the claw cut back, and they had to put him out for the procedure. I remembered how heavy his little body felt when they handed him to me to take home to recover, how limp he was, and how I cradled him into his dog bed that time and petted him gently until he woke up. The opposite was true this time, he was not going to wake up, but he was now finally at rest.
Teddy was a Big Dog.
There will never be another one like him.
Rest in peace, my loves.