When God gave you to me he never said that you were mine, that I could keep you always – only borrowed for a time. Now he’s called you home, I’m sad and I shed tears. Yet, I’m glad he loaned you to me and we had these many years. Unknown
It’s been a very long time since my last post. But as many of you know, our dear dog Keats has been struggling with some health problems, and I’ve spent a lot of time with him the past few weeks. Last Wednesday Jim and I had to make the difficult decision to stop his suffering permanently. We had to take him to the emergency vet late in the evening, and they were so kind and gentle through the entire process – hats off to the Emergency Veterinary Service in Golden Valley.
As you can imagine, we’ve shed many tears and had many heart-rending moments, and I’m sure there are many more to come. Keats has been a part of our lives since he was 8 weeks old, and would have been 13 in just two weeks. He was such a wonderful dog – he had such a soft heart, and always wanted to comfort anyone who was sad or hurting – he seemed to have a sixth sense about people. Whenever he had any procedure at the vet, he would lay his sweet little face against the vet’s face and give a little kiss, as if to reassure them that he understood they were trying to make him better. Our other dog, Lou, who is a rescue dog, has some issues with being brushed and groomed. Keats knew this, and whenever I would groom Lou, Keats would come over and stand by me, as if to make sure I was careful with Lou. He never wanted anyone to suffer.
We got Keats from the same breeder who had sold me my first purebred border collie, Jack. Jack was actually Keats uncle – even though there were 11 years between them. Keats had a wonderful sense of humor – and he was a tattle tale! Lou likes to counter surf, and anytime I was out of sight of the kitchen and Lou would start to get into trouble, Keats would come and find me, and worry me until I followed him upstairs so I could stop Lou from being naughty.
We are so grateful for the many wonderful years we had with this precious dog, and so many people have expressed their sadness at his passing. We are blessed with very good friends who care deeply for us and share our grief, and that is invaluable. I know that as time passes the sharpness of the grief we feel will soften and we’ll be able to laugh and talk about Keats more normally.
This week I’ll start posting some more recipes and other fun things. In the meantime, I’m lifting a glass to my sweet little Keats!