Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really ~~ Agnes Sligh Turnbull
I feel like I am writing this on your behalf. Either that or just to tell you what is going on. I can’t really decide which it is, but either way it is sad.
Weekends with your family are the only sense of comfort I typically feel during my weeks of insane scheduling. I am truly blessed to have them and they are the most wonderful in-laws one could ever ask for. Your family is my family and I love each of them as if they were my own…… but I digress and that is not what I set out to write tonight so I’ll start over.
Weekends with your family are the only sense of comfort I typically feel, but this weekend was inundated with a profound sense of sadness. I walked in the door on Friday after a long day at work followed by a two hour drive to start catching up with your mom after three weeks of being unable to come home when I laid eyes on two green plastic bottles on the counter. Noticing me notice them, your mom hesitantly informed me they were Lusie’s.
I should mention that this is a really strange sensation for me right now because I feel like I am having to break the news to you knowing how upset you will be. Obviously strange because you are not here, but I hope that anyone reading this would understand how horribly you would take this news and how hesitantly I would approach this. No matter what has happened and how death has tragically separated us, I still feel it is my place and my responsibility to tell you.
Zach, Lusie is sick. Your beloved little basset hound that you picked out so many years ago to surprise your mom and sister is not doing well. Your parents noticed two weeks ago that she was breathing heavy and not eating much. They only told me this weekend because they know how brutal my last couple weeks have been and they were waiting for me to be able to come home, but now that I know…. I am just so sad. The vet showed your mom the x-rays and Lusie’s lungs are full of cancer which they say is common for basset hounds, but it doesn’t make our sadness any less.
I sit here contemplating how I would actually break the news to you if you were here. I already feel such a sense of loss with knowing she is so sick, but I know you would be that much more upset. A man and his dog. It is a relationship that cannot truly be defined. A dog is a man’s best friend; what more is there to say?
Lusie is like your doggie child, the same as Dakota (my husky who lives in Canada with my mom) is mine. This is the pooch who howled in excitement anytime you came home and would do so louder than for any other family member. This is the pup you trained, hunted with, rode with, explored with. Man’s best friend.
This is the dog who grieved with us after we lost you. They say dogs can grieve themselves to death if their master dies suddenly and we were so afraid this would happen to Lusie. The first day or so that I was in Eastman, she kept sniffing me in way that made us all realize she was associating my scent with you and that she was confused why you weren’t there. Literally any time the door would open and someone would walk in, she would limp over to the door (she had been hit by a car the week before and was quite injured at the time) and once realizing it wasn’t you, she would come over and sniff me again. She wouldn’t eat, she didn’t sleep much, she constantly paced searching for you, and she kept coming to me to either just lay with me or to roll around on my lap asking to be pet like only you could.
I found it really strange how Lusie responded to me after we lost you. She is such a beautiful little pup and such a sweet girl, but after you were gone she really started coming to me more and looking for some loving. Is that because I was willing to give it or because she associated me with you? I’m not sure, but I have adopted Lusie as my own just the same as I have adopted your whole family.
Zach, I’m so sad to tell you that she is sick. I know you would be heartbroken. I know you wouldn’t take the news well. You might not be here with us anymore, but I’m still sad to tell you about her. I am just so sad about her. The vet has given her some medicine to make her more comfortable and we hope she won’t be hurting/struggling as much, but it doesn’t look good and I’m not sure how long she has before she is up there roaming with you….. if that is how it works.
I love you, Zach, and even if you aren’t here it still breaks my heart to tell you something that would cause you pain and sadness. Like my opening quote says, dogs are amazing and become a part of the family, but their lives are too short.
Poor Lusie has had a hard year and five months with getting hit by the car, loosing you, and now this. Poor little girl has been so strong, but maybe it is time for her to be with you. Maybe she has missed you long enough.
But we aren’t ready to say goodbye yet 😦
A Lusie and Krista snuggle moment.