Saying Goodbye to my Furry Baby

 

On Oct 18th (Monday) 2021 @ 9:15am, I had to say goodbye to my 11 year old furry baby (Ric). I had to put him down, due to health issues. He had a growth on his leg that Vets around my town refused to operate, after the growth came back from a previous operation. The only thing  the vets were willing to  give me for the growth was subscription to steroids, which they say would affect his lungs and have other side effects. But at that time, I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. And I still wasn’t ready to say goodbye now, but when I came out with his walking leash, I didn’t get that same excited reaction. And when he attempted to move he was slow and languishing. And he not once wagged his tail.. So even though I wasn’t ready, I believe in my sad heart, that Ric was ready to have his final rest. 

When I finally got him to the vet, he could barely move. And when we were shown into the examination room, there was a soft blanket laying on the floor and he just plop himself there and just started to snore… lol.. With his lawnmower sound snore… giggle. He barely moved when the vets examined him. He barely responded when the vet stick that first needle to keep him calm. And his loud snores got a bit louder as I waited 10 minutes for the vets to come back… And all that time, I just sat next to him, and kept petting him. Kept saying “I’m Sorry” And Kept Saying “I’m going to miss you” 

And when the vet came back and stuck the final needle in his leg.. And 10 minutes later, the loud rumble of his deep snores finally stopped. Then the vet checked his heart for the last time, and pronounced him dead, and my heart broke for the second time in my life.

My furry baby…. Oh no… not my furry baby :((

Even with my grief, I can still hear those soft puppy sounds when I first brought him home. 

He was a brown Pitbull/ Bull Mastiff Mix that I brought home from a Ross Coworker (Joanna) as a pup on my 2010 birthday. He was a small little furry thing, whimpering in the back of my Nissan SUV, so scared to leave his first momma. Even though he was a birthday gift to me, I consider him a dear member of my family. Even in his stubborn ways, he was a real joy to have in my crazy and unstable life.  Even in my inexperience of being a newly furry baby mom, I tried my best to give him a loving and caring home. He is not well travelled but has lived in the following states: Oklahoma, Georgia, and West Virginia.  He was my constant companion and my protector when my life fell apart in Georgia, and he was with me when I left that situation and with a friend’s help traveled to West Virginia, where I went through my first heartbreak situation, a divorce. He was at my side when I worked hard to heal from that situation and get back on my own two feet.

I was hoping that my furry baby would still be with me, when I move to Texas next year. But, I guess God has other plans for me and Ric.  I know I made a lot of mistakes being Ric’s mom, but he has given me so many wondrous memories and experiences that I will remember for the rest of my life and probably use when I open my home again to another furry baby.