It’s one thing to say good-bye to the hamsters and fish that have come and gone in our home.
It’s quite another to say good-bye to our dog. He was our companion, our buddy, our 4th child.
We adopted McGoveren in September 2001. He was an amazingly adorable bundle of fur and big paws. The Boy and Gabby loved him immediately. He was amazingly patient and kind with the kids.
As the years grew he was a pain, but we loved him anyway. He loved to eat just about anything and everything. He wandered constantly…everyone knew who he was and where he lived. I can’t tell you how many times we’d get the call, “Your dog is here again.”
When he became sick about 3 weeks ago, we figured that it could be fixed. He was diabetic they told us. OK, let’s work on it. Saturday he took a turn for the worst. He wouldn’t drink or eat. He had a bladder infection. We managed to get food down him only to have him bring it back up.
Monday morning we took him to the vet and they placed him in the hospital. Yesterday afternoon they said he was stabilizing but still wouldn’t eat. They wanted to keep him overnight and we would pick him up today.
This morning, we received the call. We have bad news. He passed away last night. We are in shock. How? Why?
We know that labs live on average about 10 years…but it’s still hard to know that he is gone.
How do I help the kids say goodbye…how do I even say goodbye? At 36, saying goodbye still isn’t easy.