On Thursday morning, my dog, my spirit animal, died in my arms.
I have spent the last 48 hours grieving, I am heartbroken. I am angry.
His death was sudden, and we are still trying to figure out what happened. We believe it may have been a reaction to a vaccine. As I do more research, I will post. For today, if I can get one thing out there, PLEASE be as diligent about vaccines for your pets as you are with your children. Research, and only let them administer one at a time.
Rex was my companion, and he came to teach me a lesson. Patience.
My daughter wrote a beautiful piece about how he came into our lives.
We were actually just going to “look” at the dogs. When we walked up to the junky yard, he came straight up to us. I picked him up, my husband paid $20 for him, and we drove home with him in my lap. No plan. When we got home, my then 16 year old dog Caesar looked at us like were crazy.
So the adventure began. We had ourselves a puppy covered in fleas, unsocialized, and already showing neurotic behavior. He whined & bit us. My older dog wanted nothing to do with him. I started reading books by Ceasar Milan, and the Monks of New Skete. We bought him a crate, and I wondered why “crate training” was not in my life before.
He grew right before my eyes, and slowly began to trust us. We were told he was aggressive, neurotic, etc…….We already claimed him, and there was no going back.
I had to learn how to be an Alpha Dog. I had to learn patience.
For 9 years, I had the most fantastic dog. He was a big bear, loving & sweet. Protective. Gorgeous. People would stop us all the time, little children were fascinated by his size & fluffy fur.