This week I unexpectedly lost my long time furry companion Dusty Bottoms. I decided today’s blog should be dedicated to honoring his life.
Ten years ago we were walking my nephew around the park while my sister and her husband celebrated their aniversary. We approached a corner and saw the cutest little dog.
We’d been trying for about a year to have a kid and I also wanted a dog, but my then husband wasn’t too sure. When we found out they were looking for a new home for him, to my surprise my partner agreed. His previous owner said that he had a knack for getting uder foot, and sure enough he would follow me around everywhere, but didn’t mind too much if I accidentally bumped into him.
Shortly after that, I got pregnant and also was assigned to a job 45 minutes away. My son’s father went off to boot camp for the army band for an extended time leaving me home tired and alone with only Dusty for company many a night. He was patient all day and never left a mess, but would occasionally send me a message when I got home that he did not like being alone that long.
Every night before bed he would play with me through the blankets and he was always careful never to attack my bare skin. When my son was born, he intuitively sensed that this little new member of the family needed quiet at night so he toned it down at night, but when the boy got old enough to play they had lovely games of tug-o-war and fetch.
He was there for me through my divorce and late nights with a colicky infant. He was a perfect example of unconditional love.
He had a history of seizures and bad teeth, but what I didn’t realize is that the seizures had injured his back and his teeth issues had damaged his heart. The vet I had gone to randomly shut down and it was hard for me to find a new vet – especially with everything else on my plate as a single parent.
The last couple of years he’s been in a lot of pain and he lost almost all of his teeth. My husband has been great with taking him to the vet and caring for his needs. I know I gave him a good life, but there is a part of me that feels guilty that I didn’t bring him in more regularly to the vet.
He was always there for me, unconditionally, and my attention was so divided.
Last week we saw a cyst on his neck that had gotten quite large without us noticing because it was covered by his ear most of the time. My husband brought him in, and we were releaved that the vet figured it was a bug bite that got infected from all of his scratching. They drained it and gave him antibiotics and a cone. This weekend we noticed it was getting worse not better.
When I got home from my Reiki master class on Saturday, I decided to try some Reiki on him to see if it would help him heal, but instead I believe it helped him to let go.
Sunday morning he woke with a seizure that caused lots of pain with the cone against his cyst. I removed the cone and we really saw how much worse it had gotten so my husband brought him in right away. It turned out there probably was a tumor under there and his tiny little body and heart were not able to fight the infection. We decided it would be kindest to him to not make him suffer any longer.
My husband invited some family and friends over to celebrate his life and we buried him in a nice sunny spot in the new bamboo grove.
He was there for me through the toughest phase of my life, and now I honor his memory as I move through the next phase.