LukeOK, Luke and Rufus and the sauna have nothing to do with each other. The sauna was just a nagging thing this morning at the Y. General question: What is the point of opening the sauna door (wide open), inserting your arm and asking “is it hot in there?”. I always want to say “it WAS”. But I don’t. This happens more often then I would like to share.
Rufus is gone. I brought him last week to the vet and watched him pass over to the other side. It was sad, I cried, and then it was over. It cost more to have both dogs cremated then it would for a whole new dog. Ru lived a long and pampered life. He had beautiful blue eyes that even in their last moments were clear and bright. It was his spirit that was gone. Life was a drag, his tumors were festering and moving around was a challenge. When I finally called the vet (we had been talking of this day since his last exam in August) they told me that he was going away Thursday afternoon until this week. If I wanted him to do “it”, I would have to come the next morning at 10 am. OK.Rufus seemed to know. He pretty much stopped eating and drinking and just looked at us, head on paws. We took some pictures, Bubbles took the last one on my cell phone which I’ll post in a second, and then I left with him. I came back alone, with a leash.
So now we are dogless, me, for the first time since 1983. How odd to have no canines needing my attention this morning. I brought back the most recent litter of SPCA puppies yesterday, so this is our first full day of doglessness. Which brings me to…Luke. That’s not really his name, that’s what we would name him if we get him. His name is “Lucky #5″ because he is lucky. Someone put a rubber band on his leg when he was a baby and it had to be amputated. He is absolutley beautiful and about 17 weeks old. We have applied to adopt him and drove 3 hours to meet him on Sunday. Full of spunk and attitude! A certain cure for doglessness.
This is Chance’s birthday. We love you. No matter what. (Not to be confused with endorsing your life right now).
