Forever our Dog

Lots of people lose pets. I know that. But when it's your pet, it's different.

Romulus is technically my husband's dog. My hubby likes the big, black dogs who love to guard and are loyal to the end. And that is what Romulus is. But a few years ago, when Romulus was about 7 years old, we started to notice him stumbling a lot. We learned he has a neuro degenerative disease. I think of it like Lou Gerig's for dogs. He was going downhill fast. The vet said that he would gradually lose muscle control then bladder and bowel control. Damn. The vet said a year left at best.

When Romulus was about 4 years old, we lost our Cocker Spaniel, Locksley. Romulus seemed sad and lonely for a long time afterwards. A little while after Romulus was diagnosed, we decided that we were all ready to have another Cocker join our family so we found Scarlett. The difference in Romulus was amazing! He defied all predictions that he would be gone in a year. He became so happy and almost like a puppy again. He played, ran, and enjoyed life. But now, Romulus is nearing 10 years old and the disease is taking it's toll again.

We have a date set to take Romulus to the vet to have him put down at he end of the month. It's so hard. He shows all the symptoms the vet said he would of advanced disease. Our hearts are so heavy. But we don't want him in pain. It's the best we can do for him-try to find that balance between when life is good and when it's a burden.


Here is to you, Romulus.

"If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience"

-Woodrow T. Wilson