When you least expect it, the inevitable happens. Like today. Just out of the blue, Hank wasn't feeling well since yesterday. I got a call from Becky this morning, asking me to meet her and her little sons at the vet in Romeo right away. After about an hour she came out holding Hank's collar and leash, tears falling down her cheeks. Hank wasn't doing well but the vet said he would call later when he knew more. And then I got the call. The dreaded news you never want to hear.
Hank was an 112-pound Rottweiler mix. He was a gentle dog - the kind of dog you couldn't help but love. He was Becky and Scott's baby until Benjamin and Charlie came along. He transitioned into his new status with ease with these two new additions to the family.
Being with Becky and Scott today, seeing their pain, is breaking my heart. They're both numb with the shock of today. Little Benjamin knows something is wrong because he can see how sad his Mommy and Daddy are. I don't know how you tell a three-year-old about the family dog dying, but he knows something is wrong.
As for me, I have wonderful memories of Hank. I have enjoyed him so much. And then there is Sophie. Sophie and Hank were best buds. I loved watching how they hung out with each other. I can't imagine how animals grieve for each other, but
I am sure I will find out. It is going to be hard when I take her for a visit and her pal won't be there.
Animals bring us so much happiness. But it's so hard when their time with us is over. We need to be thankful for the time we've had with them and know when it is time to let go. We will carry with us wonderful memories....and knowing they are not suffering. That is what love is all about.