Random Musings About Life

My Parents went with me, the day of 'the event'. We spoke with the Vet and I made the decision to move ahead with putting Ranger to sleep. I was shone a brochure for urns since I opted for cremation. I was asked if I wanted to be there. This had been his Vet for 3 years. We had talked about this day for several years and each time I’d cry but say I wouldn’t let Ranger suffer. I plunked down wads of money, without comment. To any rational person, it was apparent how much I loved Ranger. Of course, I wanted to be there. I was advised to go pay. One usually pays on the way out, but this made complete sense since I knew I'd just want to get out the door after it happened. I left the room to pay. When I walked back in - my parents were sort of holding Ranger 'steady'. He was standing on the floor, but wobbly. They said the Vet had said to watch him as he'd be getting sleepy - the Vet had already given him the shot of anesthesia - while I was out of the room....

Just over 6 years ago, (6/12/2014) a squirming little puppy came into this world. Six weeks later, he rode ‘home’ in my lap. He was so tiny, he fit into my palm and wrist and anyone that knows me, knows I have small hands. As a puppy, I recall a few things. How cute he was with his floppy ears, how inquisitive he was, (I never saw a dog that had to have his nose in everything I did as if he was trying to discern what it was or what I was doing, how intelligent and fast he learned, his interesting vocalizations, (he’s vocal more than he barks) – and his stubbornness. As I shared space with this little body with a huge soul for the next 6 years, I came to realize he was like no other dog I’d ever had – as my own – or as the family dog. Ranger was both sweet tempered and extremely strong willed. He did not like being told ‘no’ and he made that abundantly clear in numerous ways. We learned how to peacefully co-exist though. I learned to respect his space and for his part, he at least ...