July 13, 1996 - May 27, 2010
Sometime during the night last night frailty and senility snuck into the yard and took an amazing dog from us. If we had stood half a chance at grabbing Gus back from them we would have tried, but the deck was stacked in their favor.
When Mark got home from work this morning we walked out to Geriatric Park so he could say his good byes. Gus had even gone further downhill from when I found him earlier in the morning, so Mark helped him into a crate in the van.
I made the drive to Westlock and filled out the consent forms for euthanasia, made arrangement for his cremation, and the other details that seem so frivolous when you are staring the death of a loved one in the face.
When I went to get him from the van he rose to his feet and came to the edge of the crate. "Maybe it isn't the time", I thought. But when I lifted him from the van onto the ground and tried to coax him to walk with me, his body failed him and he was unable to move.
I scooped him into my arms and carried him on that last path - the least I owe him for all the trails he has carried me down.
I settled him on the exam table and when I got a glimpse of the back of those beautiful, soft beige ears that I always was enamored with a few tears fell - and as I cradled him in my arms and felt the last breath escape his body more joined them.
He lived to see almost 14 years and in those years he lived more adventures then most people ever get to. None of those tears I shed were from regret, they were all about me and how much I will miss him.
He lived a good life - he was a great dog. My heart will never forget him.
|Gus running lead with Kara at the start of the '04 Iditarod|