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animals, dogs, John Grogan, Marley and Me: Life and Love with the World's Worst Dog, Pets, Rainbow Bridge, saying goodbye to pets
Such short little lives our pets have to spend with us, and they spend most of it waiting for us to come home each day. It is amazing how much love and laughter they bring into our lives and even how much closer we become with each other because of them.
― John Grogan, Marley and Me: Life and Love With the World’s Worst Dog
Last month our family said goodbye to our eleven-year-old, black Labrador. It turns out Ranger had cancer. We got Ranger from a local Lab rescue in 2007. He was looking awfully stressed out because he was surrendered by his owner that very day. I sort of had my doubts about him. I gingerly approached him. He barely paid attention to me. Finally, he inched toward me when I scratched under his chin.
We took a chance and brought him home. I prayed that this would work out. I had a one year old at home, and it would not go well if Ranger didn’t like little toddlers. In fact, it all turned out very well.
Ranger became my constant companion. Late night snack? Ranger was there. Lounging in front of a movie? Ranger was there. Walks around the neighborhood with the children? Ranger was there. When late-night feedings robbed me of my sanity, Ranger was there. Even crazy mood swings didn’t scare him (but it did scare my husband). He was unflinchingly loyal. Ranger was with us for 2190 days, 5475 diaper changes, and 730 late night and early morning feedings.
Sometimes, I forget that he is gone, and I mistakenly look to to his favorite lounging spot in the middle of the family room. I didn’t realize just how comforting his presence was until he passed on. I came across one his old toys the other day. Ranger adored his toys. Every so often would steal a stuffed animal from the nursery, but he had the good sense to leave the favorite toys alone.
In the last few months, stopped playing with toys, and he didn’t want to chase his ball anymore. His eyes looked disoriented. Our last walk was painfully slow, and he didn’t seem to know why we were out walking.
Saying goodbye came faster than I thought it would. Ranger was down to 65 pounds (he looked horrible for a dog that used to be at 90 pounds) when we said goodbye. I cried for days. When I thought I was done, someone gave me a card with the rainbow bridge poem in it and I found that there were more tears inside me.
Everyone, at some point in his or her life, should experience loving an animal and being loved in return. More than once, if possible. I look forward to our next furry addition, whenever that will be.
Tears are inevitably tied to pets. It’s a reality we can’t escape. But would we want to?
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fantasyauthorpatriciaclee said:
I was very touched by your heartfelt post. Our lives are forever enriched by the presence of four-legged friends. Wishing you comfort in the tough days ahead and I’m sure your next “kid” will be much loved.
Literary Tiger said:
Well thank you so much for your kind words. It is indeed comforting to know that there are so many others out there who feel the same way about their pets. 🙂
heylookawriterfellow said:
The love they provide is worth the sadness, isn’t it? I’m so sorry for your loss, Tiger.
Literary Tiger said:
Thanks so much for stopping by and for those very kind words.
emptybees said:
I’m so sorry for your loss. This is a beautiful tribute to Ranger.
Literary Tiger said:
Aww, thanks EmptyBees. I’m glad I was able to share some pics of Ranger here. 🙂
thelipstickgal said:
I’m reading this and trying not to cry. I’ll admit I’m unsuccessful. I’ll miss Ranger-Danger and his friendly nuzzle every time I come for a visit. Missing a good friend like Ranger is inevitable. I’m glad you have so many great pictures of him. He was a great dog.
Literary Tiger said:
Thanks for the super-sweet comment. I knew you’d understand.
mywithershins said:
Pets are family and it’s just as hard to say goodbye to them as it is to, say, a sibling or a parent. My sincerest condolences.
Literary Tiger said:
Pets are like family, aren’t there? They have quirks, but you love them anyway. Thanks for commenting. I sure appreciate it.
t h i n g s + f l e s h said:
our pets, never troubling, asking nothing, always near. i’m sorry you lost Ranger. tony
Literary Tiger said:
Thanks so much. It’s true that they don’t really ask for anything other than to be loved, huh? 🙂
cricketmuse said:
Losing a pet, especially ones who are so companionable is a bruise that remains tender for the longest of times. Hope the remembrances stay strong as the pain becomes less.
Irish Katie said:
I am sorry this response is coming so late.
I am incredibly sorry to hear of your loss…I know it is hard. But it also sounds like you had a wonderful pupper to love….and a wonderful family for Ranger to love.
Rainbow Bridge … I know it well. I have 3 that I will meet again one day … across the rainbow bridge.
Like your other commenter … I too cannot help but cry when I read this blog post. It has been years…but I miss my puppers….and I know you miss your Ranger too.
*hugggs*
Light Friday said:
There’s a reason why they use animal-terapi in jail: animals can help people in so many ways and they provide a lot of joy in humans life. I’m sure there’s a lot of single people out there who would not have the same qualty of life if it wasn’t for their pet 🙂
Literary Tiger said:
I completely agree!