I’m slowly getting back to reality and the grind after a non-stop roller coaster ride this weekend. I have lots to catch up on and tons of pictures to go through this week. The last three days have been such a whirlwind that it feels like it’s been a month. But this post will be dedicated to a very special dog.
Skipper passed away sometime between late Friday night and early Saturday morning at home peacefully in his sleep. I found him early Saturday morning in a comfortable sleeping position in his bed and was both heartbroken and relieved that it appeared he did not suffer and he did not have to go through a painful and stressful trip to the vet.
The few days leading up to his passing were tough, we knew he was declining and debating on if and when we should take him to the vet. It’s such a tough choice that friends and family were trying to offer helpful advice on. A co-worker suggested I take him in as soon as possible to get it over with which did not feel right since he wasn’t in pain and still seemed to enjoy being with us during good moments.
It was also complicated because I had a lot planned over the weekend with my sisters and mom to celebrate a big birthday for my mom that involved a day trip to Apple Hill and an overnight trip to San Francisco. I debated on backing out of some or all of the plans to take time for Skipper, but thankfully everything worked out okay. Having him pass away at home was hard to deal with, but not as hard as I had thought and best for him. My mom came over early Saturday morning before we were scheduled to leave for the city and helped me prepare Skipper and get him to the vet early. His vet was very helpful and supportive in taking his remains and offering supportive condolences since they knew Skipper’s story and how he moved in with us. It was a tough and emotional time, I shed a lot of tears and said prayers and am still emotional. It is sad and strange not having him around and it will be for awhile, he quickly became a member of our family as we cared for him.
I’m thankful we got to share the last 14 months with him even though it was brief. When we first took Skipper in and were just learning of his age and health problems, some friends and co-workers thought I was nuts for taking that on and being willing to spend the time and money to care for him. And there were times I felt a little overwhelmed adjusting and finding a routine to care for all our pets, but it turned out to be a great decision.
Despite his long list of health problems – diabetes, blindness, heart condition, and possible tumors – and having to get two insulin shots a day, Skipper was always happy and loving. He loved everyone he met and was great with our nieces and nephew. Always sweet, mellow, and trusting. And smart, he amazed us with how fast he learned and adapted to us, our home, and seemed to know the eating and walking schedule better than me. It was like he knew what we were doing for him and was grateful. Plus he always looked like he had a big smile. He helped us grow to be stronger and more compassionate people. And taught me that no matter how many problems you have, you can still choose to be happy.
So grateful we had the opportunity to take care of him and have him in our lives.