Originally posted April 5, 2005
My best friend had to put her dog, Jesse, down this morning. Pretty rough on her. He was a 4-year-old golden retriever who had horrible, horrible seizures and they were getting more and more frequent, but more and more unpredictable. Even with medication they were uncontrollable. So my best friend is in mourning and her kids probably won’t know until tomorrow, when they get home from their grandparents’ house. Until then, my friend has her older golden, Annie, with her to keep her company.
The first time I met him, he was running around with a stack of books in his mouth. My friend trained him to put something in his mouth, rather than bite visitors. Having Jesse was like having a wild horse in your house. No matter what she did or how hard she tried, she just couldn’t get him to behave. She knew giving him away was never an option, no matter how many holes he knocked in the walls with his toys, no matter how much carpet he pulled up, and no matter how many entire dinners he ate, cooked or not. She never felt like anyone else could love him in spite of himself. She kept him and loved him as much as anyone could love an eccentric family member. Her house will be much quieter now, since Annie was the “calm” one. The walls will be much cleaner and the girls will not have to play with their bedroom doors closed to keep him from knocking over whatever they were playing with. But his absence will definitely be felt for a long time to come.
We’ll miss you, Jesse. I hope there are lots of books for you to carry around, lots of balls to play with, and lots of casseroles to eat wherever you are…….