Every time I pulled myself together today, the phone would ring again…my mom, the vet, another person hearing the news about Ruby.
The past several weeks, we’d been noticing Ruby losing weight pretty drastically. It also happened to coincide with an injury from over-doing things playing fetch with a visitor who didn’t know how bad her hips were getting. She would never quit. And she always brought the stick back for more.
But recently her weight loss had been alarming and it was definitely more than just her hips. We took her to the vet on Wednesday hoping it would be something simple– a parasite that was out of control, maybe a case of Lyme Disease. But blood work showed that there was definitely something more alarming going on–either a very severe case of Lyme or something much more serious.
Though we never were able to completely pinpoint the root, it was mostly obvious that we were dealing with the last stages of cancer. Ruby’s blood counts were incredibly low and it was almost unbelievable that she was still standing.
We brought her home on Friday, after a second trip to the vet after more blood work made it clear that we were on borrowed time. She spent most of her time in front of the fire, or following the sunny spots around the back yard. She still perked up at her name. Still tried to get us to throw her a stick. Still wedged her nose under my arm, forcing my hand to flop onto her head, making it clear she wanted a rub.
Each night it was hard to go upstairs and leave her at her spot by the fire, since we didn’t know what the night might hold.
But Sunday morning, it became clear that she was suffering.
After an episode in the kitchen, she quieted down in front of the fire again. We made the difficult phone call and began the wait for the vet to arrive. Ruby eventually wandered outside to her sunny spot on the hill again. Birdy curled up in the grass with her, and stroked her silky ears, like always.
Ruby’s goodbye could not have been more peaceful–her family gathered around her, her breathing finally calm and deep while we talked and reassured and stroked her silky head until her last breath, and then a little longer.
Later, Willie curled up beside her quiet body, while we went outside to dig a hole, in the perfect spot over-looking the hill.
We will miss her calm, quiet presence dearly. From the very beginning, her story made a special mark on our family. There will never be another quite like Ruby.
“But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or ask the birds of the air, and they will tell you. Speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish of the sea tell you. Every one of these knows that the hand of the Lord has done this. The life of every creature and the breath of all people are in God’s hand.” -Job 12: 7-10
Awww so sorry for your loss…praying God helps you all through the grieving process
So very very sorry for your loss
Sorry for your loss. Sounds like she was special. Know how hard it is; we have a 14 year old terrier and she is slowing down and really showing her age.
Tears in my eyes while reading this – so sorry for your loss….good thoughts sent out to you and your family.
Rest in peace, Ruby.
I’m so sorry. Thank you for sharing your life and your words. xo
Tears. I’m so sorry for the loss of your 4 legged family member.
So sorry for your loss. Hugs from Chicago.
Saying goodbye to a good dog is so hard. We did the same just a month ago. Sending love from Maine.
So sorry to hear that your beloved Ruby passed. She had a wonderful life with you and your precious family! Love you, Molly!
Hugs to you all. I know how hard it is to loose such a wonderful dog. You all gave her the best life.
Sobbing!! Beautifully written. Sweet Ruby. What a lovely tribute to a furry family member!!
I’m so sorry for your loss. We lost our ten year old yellow lab, Rocco, in June to cancer as well. We found out he had it and had to say goodbye all in the same day and it was heartbreaking to our family. I can relate to this story very much. This is a beautiful tribute to your friend!