Ode to my dog, Baby Ruth.

[yecats]

I met you four years ago when you jumped over my mother's fence during a bad thunderstorm. You had been roaming the area looking for a home for a week and you were well undernourished (25 lbs underweight). You were scared and hungry and I felt sorry for you because you looked nearly exactly like my male dog at home. I named you after both my Aunt and grandmother who were both dealing with cancer at the time. I decided to keep you and introduced you to Scruffy, you didn't like him and bit him on the nose (you just had to show him you were queen of the castle). Eventually you fell in love with him and he was your buddy.

I never thought that I would come to love a dog like you. You had more energy than a nuclear bomb and you could run like a grey hound. Somehow I adapted. I realized on a few occasions the special bond that we had but never really knew it til this morning. I did look forward to coming home and you greeting me at the door, I didn't mind that when I got on the internet you always came and positioned yourself under my chair or next to my leg, I've come to appreciate that when I stepped out of my shower I never managed to miss stepping on you thinking you were the shower rug. You even learned to deal with the cat I adopted even though I know she was your natural enemy.

Now I know. This morning was different, you woke me up way too early on a Sunday. You were sick and bleeding pretty bad. It seems that something inside went awry and I had to take you to the emergency vet and there was nothing he could do. I had to take you out of the your misery and you knew you would never go back home in that state but you begged me to take you back. I am sorry that I could not save you and had to put you to sleep there. I am sorry that I only had you for four years, I expected that you would be around for so many more. I had to leave you there but decided to have you cremated so that you will be near and remembered always by me. You are one of the most loving, dutiful dogs that I have ever had and I hope that you are running around in doggie heaven.

I don't know how I made it home because I couldn't really see through all my tears. When I got home Scruffy looked around for you but didn't see you and isn't sure what is up. Even the cat is wondering where your at. Baby, I love you and miss you dearly and haven't stopped crying in more than 6 hours.

 

[BrerLizzie]

i'm sorry about your doggy

 

[chager]

 

[TigerBear]

Your post brought tears to my eyes. I am so sorry for the loss of your dear furbaby. I think though that there is something special about a rescue dog that binds them to our souls.

 

[jacksonsmom]

I am so sorry!

 

[KathyTX]

yecats, I am so very sorry! Sounds like Baby Ruth was an amazing and very loving buddy-girl...

 

[doxdogy]

 

[Adrianna2]

well now I'm crying with you. I feel closer to animals than just about anything on this earth, and nothing makes me happier than holding a puppy or kitten. I'm sure he knows you loved him very very much. When you feel ready, please go adopt a new dog or cat from the local shelter .... there's so many out there that need good homes.

 

[miste76]

yecats- Your baby is waiting for you at the rainbow bridge. She knows that someday, you will join her again with Scruffy and the Cat. Until then, she will play in the green grasses and hope that you know that she's in a good place now.

I'm so sorry for the pain that you are now feeling.

 

[stacilee]

thank you for giving that dog four wonderful yearss in a house full of love and attention and good food to eat. It was so much better than starving to death or getting hit by a car or being chased down and attacked by a pacck of feral dogs.

I am sorry for you loss but know that the time you gave to Baby Ruth was the best time of her lifee.

Hugs to you.
stacilee

 

[yecats]

Thanks to all of you for your kind words and thoughts. I haven't had to go through this is in a while and it really is harder than I remember (so far 12 hours of crying plus).

To Tigerbear, both of my dogs looks like your Mr. Tramp. All are beautiful doggies.

To Adrianna2 - my family only adopts stray dogs. Between myself, my mother, my uncle (when he was alive) and grandparents, we have managed to save 13 strays in the past 15 years. I'll never understand why people treat animals the way they do. My grandmother had lost her dog in 1989. My uncle was heading to visit my grandmother when some idiot driving in front of him threw a bag out of the window at the top of the bridge. IN the bag were 3 pure bred dogs (small dogs and can't think of their names). It was a family of these small dogs, mother, dad and one puppy about 4 months old. My uncle stopped to determine if he could catch the dogs. The mom was hit, the puppy ran down the bridge and into a neighborhood and couldn't be found and the dad was given to my grandmother. He was the last dog we had to put down and that was done about 6 years ago.

My worst nightmares are usually me having a dream that my dogs escaped and that I couldn't find them. I'll never understand how someone doesn't go looking for their animals or just doesn't care what happens to them.

Once again, thank you for all your thoughts and prayers, they are appreciated.

 

[Rock'n Robin]

yecats, I'm so sorry about Baby Ruth. I just saw your good wishes for my own sick doggy on my thread. We have had rough with dogs--in 18 years he is our 4th----it is so hard to put them down and I feel for you. I've already cried a lot this weekend too. I just think of how lucky Baby Ruth was to have had someone as caring as you for 4 years.
Robin M.