Goodbye . . . Red

I am not going to lie when Hannah and Jacob were moving in just weeks after Tony died with their TWO dogs I was a little worried about how I would be with the dogs.  They didn’t know me all that much, and it had been three years since Tony and I had to put our dog Ed down. 

But because the big dogs name was Red, for I think about the first two months if I was calling him in from the back yard I’d yell “Come on Ed!” only to correct myself over and over.

These past few months Red started having seizures.  Some so strong that it would take him about an hour to recover and be able to walk.  Jacob has had Red since he was ten.  He took him to the vet and the vet basically said that’s what happens to old dogs.  He said he could have another seizure in a day, a week or a month, but there was really nothing that they could do for him.

Yesterday afternoon however, was the worst yet.  Red was unable to walk or open his eyes.  Jacob rushed him to the vet, but it was discovered that Red had had a stroke, and he had to put him down.  While we knew that this could have been a possibility, it still sucks.  I only really knew Red for ten months, but I grew to love him.  He wasn’t a lap dog, but he always slept on my bedroom floor and when I woke up this morning, it was sad to see his empty dog bed.

I don’t think Rummy has figured out that her buddy is gone yet.  But I know that Red has found Ed and Tony up in heaven and they are having a great time.  I’ll miss you buddy!