Friday, March 4, 2011
A Tribute to Sunday
24 Oct. 1997 – 28 Feb. 2011
This has been an awful week. Five days ago I had to have my dog put down. She had lost a lot of muscle mass in her hind legs over the last two years and was very weak. Then, over the weekend she stopped eating and seemed to be in pain. The vet found her riddled with cancer. The house seems very empty without her.
Sunday was a very special dog, loving and gentle, fond of both humans and others of her species, though akitas are said to be aggressive and hard to handle. She originally belonged to my older son. I inherited her in 2000 when he suffered a major stroke. He has been completely paralyzed since then. I used to take Sunday to the nursing home regularly to visit him. I’d put doggie treats between his fingers so he could feed them to her. Everyone there loved her, and she became a kind of mascot/companion dog for the patients and staff.
Sunday was a natural hunter. She caught her first rabbit when she was only 6 months old. When she was in her prime, I often took her camping and hiking off leash. I never had to worry that she would misbehave or wander off.
I’ve attached some photos so you can all see what a beautiful dog she was.
Sunday as a puppy, with my son
Sunday in the woods
Sunday in the snow
Sunday at the beach
Sunday in old age
I thought when I set up this blog a week ago that it would be a place to talk about my writing and occasionally to vent. I hadn’t realized I could also use it as an outlet to grieve. Composing this did provide a bit of comfort while I wait for time to heal. My next post won’t be as off topic.