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Friday, April 8, 2011
A Death in the Family
Can't believe it has been a year. In honor of our sweet Rudy, a re-post.
It is bleak in our house today. Black and somber. Our eyes are red from the crying that comes spontaneously and without warning. Like right now as I write this. You see, our beloved dog, Rudy, had to be put to sleep. He had stopped moving, stopped caring. In the last few months he seemed to go from "old" to "ancient."
The grief is heavy and comes from so many different places. As a human, the most basic part of the grief, for me, comes from my love of the dog. It seems he has always been here, sitting at our feet when we despaired, wiggling his entire being when we were joyous. But it was his old-man like wisdom that I think I will miss the most. He just knew...he just knew. For instance, last summer I was massively pregnant and on bed rest. There was major construction going on in our house so I had to stay in our claustrophobic master bedroom for days on end. Bathroom, bedroom, bathroom bedroom, until I thought I'd go stir crazy. One particular day when I was feeling completely miserable, depressed and very lonely, my bedroom door opened a crack. I was astonished to see Rudy's head peak around the corner. He wasn't allowed in our bedroom typically and after living with us for 12 years, rarely even ventured down the hall. But there he was sitting at the foot of my bed. Even more astonishing was what happened next. Despite his arthritic legs and cloudy eyes, Rudy found the energy to bound puppy-like up on to the bed with me. He nuzzled my chest, harrumphed and sneezed, and didn't leave my side for two days. He knew. He just knew. I needed company and company was what he gave. The absence of that wisdom, that loyalty, leaves a hole in my heart.
As our day of grieving wore on I found that like the grass, topsoil and sediment dug up in our backyard to make Rudy's final resting place, my grief had layers. It seemed the deeper the layer the more pain it held, the kind of pain only a parent could identify with. Worse than the mourning I felt for the death of the dog, the deeper layers housed the anguish for the devastation that my family was feeling. As a wife, the mixture of pride and sadness that I have for Jeffrey leaves an incurable ache in my stomach. Watching him pretend to be strong as he led his precious Rudy to the car for his last ride, seeing him carry Rudy wrapped in the blanket to his grave in our backyard, witnessing him break down as he recalled the moment that Rudy died in his arms-well to put it simply-put a crack in my heart.
But the deepest layer, the worst part of today, tomorrow, perhaps for the long run, was seeing my boys, those macho-never-cry little guys fall apart at the seams. True to their differences, the way they grieve is night and day. Aidan cried easily, but rationalized. He said late last night, "It would be cruel to let him suffer." His anguish was on the surface and consistent. In spite of his pain, he was able to think of others as well. As much as it hurt him, he stood by his step-father's side as he buried Rudy, the dog that bonded them in the beginning of their relationship. Gannan, on the other hand, had been quiet, absolutely silent since he found out that Rudy would be leaving us. It wasn't until just before Jeff took him to the vet's that he broke down. He wailed, begged us not to take him away. His own agony was too much for him to take. He painfully lamented that he'd never be able to play in the backyard again knowing that Rudy's grave was there. But in the end, before our dog was buried, Gannan brought his prize possession to me, a second place ribbon that he won at the largest cross country event he ran in this fall. He said he wanted Rudy to have it, to remember the running they did. It was at that moment, that my heart gave out under the weight of the grief and instead of a simple crack, it broke into a million pieces.
A very smart, but anonymous person once said, "A mother is a bank where we deposit all our hurts and worries." Today the mom-account was filled. Today I found out what all mothers eventually come to know: when bad things happen, mothers not only have to be able to shoulder their own grief, but they will need to muster extra strength to carry around the sadness that comes from watching their families grieve as well.
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Awww, I am so sorry! I was not around a year ago to read this when it was originally posted and I am sure that the pain is still in your heart. I hope you find peace as you remember your sweet Rudy.ReplyDelete
Among your many gifts as a writer is this one in which you can share, with such eloquence and poignancy, feelings that we all invariably know at points in our lives but so rarely know what to do with let alone how to find the words to put shape to it.ReplyDelete
Thank you Logan
What a beautiful tribute post. My heart breaks for you. It really never gets easier. I had just posted on facebook that I was looking through old photos and came across those of dogs we have lost. It still hurts.ReplyDelete
So sorry for the families loss. I can't imagine the emotions the boys had to endure.ReplyDelete
Wow. I am not even what one might consider a "dog person" but this was heart breaking.ReplyDelete
So sorry about your doggy. My condolences.ReplyDelete
I'm sorry... but you will always have the memories of giving your dog a wonderful life - and there are so many more that need a loving family. It's what I tell my mum who keeps adopting strays. I couldn't read your whole post though, because I'm the owner of a dog, my best friend pre Rockstar, who is now starting to age too.ReplyDelete
All the best and glad and I checked our your blog :)
It's so sad and touching to read about your loss. It brought back memories of our old pet and how difficult it was watching my daughter deal with it. Thanks for posting this, I love the way you expressed you concluding thoughts on the subject.ReplyDelete
This is a beautiful post... I wrote a similar post called "Marzi the Dog with 9 lives dedicated to our dog that we lost last December. My heart goes out to your family even after a year!ReplyDelete
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Ouch - I know how it feels! We lost our beloved Duchess a year and a half ago. She was so special to us. It really is similar to losing a child, you love them so much. She always used to stand by my daughter whenever she was hurting. Like your dog, she just knew. Our loss was especially poignant because Duchess had walked us through some very difficult times. She was such a comfort to us. Sob, sob, I better stop, lol!ReplyDelete
Thanks for the beautiful post!
So sorry for your loss. Our fur children are so special. It is even harder to go through the loss while being strong for our human children.ReplyDelete
I'm still haunted by memories of our Tonka; now and then we stumble across a ball in our woods that he had carried and lost. Like your post about sweet Rudy, I wrote one about our big guy..."The Good, Bad, sometimes Horrible, Dog...Tonka's Story"ReplyDelete
Doing this is a way to always remember our pets and to share our good memories with others. I hope that Rudy and Tonka are hanging-out in some special park somewhere.
Tears and thanks for a lovely post!
Logan, I can't tell you how much gladness fills my heart (even if it be bittersweet in light of this post) at having found your blog and you...ReplyDelete
I can REALLY relate to this. More than I think I would like... My big furbaby passed back in January. He had developed cancer in his bladder and in a spot they just couldn't operate on easily enough, given his age.
My heart goes out to you and your family. <3 He will be with you always for as long as the memory of him remains...
Oh my Goodness, it's never easy to lose a family member so dearly as a pet:(ReplyDelete
I am dreading the loss of an animal and having to explain it to the kids... my thoughts are with you... BTW - I am a follower from Adventures of My Family of 8 and have given you the Versatile Blogger Award - to check it out, go to http://adventuresofmyfamilyof8.blogspot.com/2011/04/omg-i-received-another-award.htmlReplyDelete