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Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Goodby, My Beloved Rosie

Rosie died this morning, 9 July, in my arms.  She was 15 yrs and 5 months old, we were together for 14+ years.  
When Rosie came to live with me, I was considered her last, best chance: she had been in several homes, several different rescue groups, and finally we came together, with the proviso that if she did not make it with me (severe behavioral issues), she would have to be put down.
We had a wonderful life together; ultimately, I realized I needed her as much as she needed me.  I loved her absolutely, though we did have some trying times, as all families do.  
Love means making the right decision, this morning I had to make the decision that Rosie should die with dignity, rather than continue her rapidly deteriorating health.
I’ll miss you, my baby girl, I have no doubt that our lives have crossed before and will again in the endless cycle of life and rebirth.  May you have a fortunate rebirth and may I rejoin you again.
Rosie left some final thought she wanted to share with all of you.
jeanne, aka Rosie’s mom, albany ny
SOME FINAL THOUGHTS FROM ROSIE
I know it’s a sad time for you, Mom, but I want you to remember the good times instead, much better for both of us that way.  So think about the wonderful memories we share, the things we did, the adventures we had, and the great people we met along the way.
The mountains we climbed together, the trails we hiked, the timber rattlers we avoided on the summit of Overlook…  Remember when we got caught in a downpour on our way back down from there?  Our hiking buddy Alvin knew I was so cold and wet, when we got to the car, he held me on his nice soft tummy, under his clothes, until I warmed up again.  And the whole day we spent scrambling over rocks in the Catskills, again with our buddy Alvin: I was so tired that when I got home, I slept straight through the next day, didn’t even get up for dinner.
We lived in a great place, miles of trails and woods right out the backdoor; I knew every one of them, you even let me pick the trails I liked best.  My absolute favorite was the Kykuit Kill, nice little stream with a small natural pool, you knew I liked to stop there for a dip and some fresh water.  We did so much trail work together there was even a picture and article about us in the newspaper because of our volunteer work, about time someone recognized me, an energetic Boston Terrier, for my contributions to the natural world.  Chances are you never would have seen some of the critters we encountered without me, the fishers, coyotes, and Karner Blue butterflies.  And that silly hognose snake, tried to scare me with its fake cobra moves; well, I admit I was a bit startled at first until my natural instincts took over, but you reacted too quickly for me to demonstrate why I considered myself top dog in the Preserve.  Too bad, I never did get to taste snake.
I liked it when we moved, just the two of us together, and I could sleep in the bed.  Now, if only I could have trained you better to understand that sleeping in the center was my prerogative and you are not supposed to stir, even slightly, it disturbs my rest.  And blankets and bedspreads are my natural right, I might share a corner of a blanket or the edge of the bed, but it is only out of kindness. Plus, I gave you good reasons to redecorate: if I didn’t like the d├ęcor, I just ripped it up.  By the way, how did you manage to find a bedspread that I couldn’t destroy?  Not fair at all.
The folks we met were great, lots of good advice, and I loved my vet, Dr Snyder, always looked forward to my visits.  Really, how many dogs do you know that consider a trip to the vet a social event?!  The nice lady there who worked in the boarding facility: I was so mad the last time you went on vacation I just sat and stared at the wall, she drew a picture, hung it my space so I would have something to view.  Now that’s service with a smile.
And the nice doggy people you met because of me, the folks in NEBTR and SNORT, always giving sound advice, first when I was an irascible youngster and later when I developed some health problems.  And Dr Haupt at Cornell, she was a big help with my behavior after so many others thought I was a hopeless case.
Altogether my life had been really good, I’m so happy you didn’t give up like the many people and shelters that did while I was in my childhood.  We’ve had a wonderful life, we became a team in our many years together.
I want to leave you with one final thought and request…  I know there will never be another quite like me, accept that and keep me in your heart.  But I want you to share that love with another dog, so please adopt another Boston Terrier, there are so many of us out there who need a home and family of our own.
I know we shall meet again in the endless cycle of death and rebirth.  Thank you for having the kindness and compassion to let me die with dignity, I hope you are as fortunate at the end of your life.
Bless us all, humans and animals, and think good thoughts.
Love, Rosie

1 comment:

Ellen said...

What a beautiful tribute to Rosie! I can feel the love that the two of you shared. Much sympathy and love.