Thursday, April 29, 2010

So long...

It has been two weeks since it happened. I'm sorry for all you non animal lovers out there, you may want to skip this post, it may be a tad melodramatic, but what can I say, it's how I feel.

November 24, 2005 - April 15, 2010

When I made it down the block, I knew he was not going to make it. Especially after witnessing what the other dog did to him. Even though his heart was racing and I called for Matt that we needed to get to a vet, I knew it was pointless. So I held Wyatt in my arms on my doorstep until his heart finally stopped. It didn't take long. I'm pretty certain that he felt no pain, and his racing heart was just his little body finishing things up... If that's how you say it. I held him for a long time. Putting him down would make it real.

I miss him. (Me too)

Surprisingly it's all the annoying things that he'd get yelled at for, that I seem to miss the most. Like how he'd get so excited and bark and jump when we got home, and how he'd try and lick our faces every time they got within tongues reach. (As most of you know he had no brain, just a rolled up tongue that would not stop) I miss how he would "bury" his food all around the house. His very short lived bursts of energy when he'd race in circles, and then pass out on the floor. I miss a lot of things. (We do)

I can say I have no regrets, the last two nights before it happened we let him up on the bed to sit between us while we watched t.v. (We never let him do that...) I felt like he got a little more attention those last few days. Maybe we were being prepared unconsciously for this event. Whatever the reason, I'm glad his last few days were nice.

Thank you Wyatt for letting us practice our parenting on you first. For keeping us up at night for 6 months straight. You definitely prepared us. (I'm not grateful for that) Thank you for always wanting to snuggle, for loving our babies, and us. I kinda wish you would have been less efficient at cleaning the floor. I was not prepared for the mess that awaits me after every meal.

We buried him in the back corner of our new yard, wrapped in the blanket I brought him home in 4 1/2 years ago, with his favorite toy. That way he can still be here with us,... just don't tell the City of Las Vegas, they would not be thrilled to know that. They can shove it.

He was a great friend and I really miss that little prancing, licking machine. He can now lay in all of sunny spots he could ever want. See ya, buddy.

(Matt=blue writing)

P.S. Sorry for the photo overload... What can I say, we really liked him!

Just a Puppy... When we brought him home he only weighed 1.1 lbs, and he was deaf in his left ear.

Wyatts first birthday.

Yes, I liked to dress him up, until he got too chubby to fit into anything!
Wyatt really liked Jonas, as you can tell from the next few pictures.

I'm pretty sure he liked Gibson too, they both love to chew on things.


Tammy said...

Not going to lie, I got a lump in my throat reading this. So sad that he is gone, he was definitly part of the family. Glad you did the tribute to him that was nice. Love ya Tam/Mom

Camille said...

So sad... great pictures, though. I forgot how tiny he was.

Jessie said...

We miss that crazy little guy too! Although I don't miss the number of times we had to chase around the neighborhood looking for him when he escaped from the house!

Heather said...

I'm sooooooo sorry! I can honestly understand how you feel. Hugs!!!!

Beth Avenius- Owner & Instructor said...

Oh, that's horrible! Miss you guys, it won't be the same when we see you next...without Wyatt :(

Other wise it looks like you guys have had some great times, we miss ya!

melissa said...

Aww, Renee. I'm glad you finally posted that, and NO I did not get a little veclempt reading it... Darn dog. He was the cutest little puppy and I even puppysat him a few times AND let him sleep with me. I'm such a pushover. I guess Gibson's going to have to start licking inbetween our toes when we come in the house now. Miss the little guy!