Goodbye Dear Friend

Let’s see if I can type this without crying.

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We had to put down our sweet, beloved, furry baby on Monday.  He would have been 15 in April, and we were so blessed to have been his for 14 of those years. He outlasted everyones expectations, and we are so thankful he did!

As 2 (very) young newly married kids, we went to ‘just look’ at the pound, and came home with a 50 pound ball of fur. We had to sneak him into our apartment! We were moving out in 2 days, but the pound said that they just couldn’t hold him for us. He helped us learn more about ourselves, and life in general. He was waiting by the door as we brought our first baby home. He was waiting by the door as we brought our second baby home.   As the boys have grown up he’s been a constant playmate.

But in the past year he’s slowed down. He was happier inside, than out, but he would lay outside and watch them play. He still lit up when he saw his red leash in one of their hands. He wagged his tail in delight when we walked in the door after school, or running errands.

Until recently. He was tired. He was confused. He seemed sad. We knew his time was near, but we put it off. We prayed God would let us have one more Christmas, and praise Him, he did! It was right after the New Year we started to notice the biggest changes. After 4 bad days we decided we couldn’t keep him here for our good. We needed to make that tough decision for his best interest. So we did. The boys had the day off of school. We brushed him one last time. The boys asked to feed him one last time. We went for one last walk around the block. It was painfully obvious that it was difficult for him. We went to the park one last time, running around and just laughing. We didn’t even care about the 5* weather. It was sunny and clear. It was a beautiful day. He found a chicken bone by the trash and was so happy. We went for one last drive. It wasn’t long enough.  We went to the vet, one last time. I sat in the waiting room with Tiny. Fred wanted to spend every precious second with Java, so he went back with Jason.  Java was held until he took his one last breath.

It was a silent drive home.  The tears waited until we were home. He was not by the door waiting for us.  It was devastating.  After letting the tears flow we looked though hundreds of photos. Pictures we’ve long forgotten. It was the best way to spend the afternoon. Remembering Java’s better days.  Seeing his young face helped us realize how bad he had gotten.  I sit here and think, now I have one more reason to look forward to heaven one day. But while The Good Lord wants me here, I know Java couldn’t be in better hands, and he’ll be waiting by the front door when I get there.

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Spring 2009

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Can’t you tell?

By my lack of posts recently, I’m sure you’ve realized it is soccer season again!

Luckily both the boys have practice at the same time AND on the same day!  Believe me, this is nothing short of a miracle. I do not know if this has ever happened before.  I am enjoying it while it lasts!

Nothing to exciting has happened here in the Rubble House, just the daily craziness, but tomorrow is a special day.

Tomorrow our oldest baby has a birthday. He’s been with us for so long now, that I can barely remember life without him. And as he gets older, the realization that he won’t be with us forever is starting to sink in. It hurts my entire body to think  about, and my head aches, but for now I will cherish the fact that we’ve been Momma & Daddy to him for 13 out of 14 of his years.

A few days after we brought him home. He was pretty shy for about a week, and then we got to meet his personality. He was a very fun puppy!

He seemed big back then, but looking back at the pictures, he was so tiny. And dark!

He’s been here to give us company, never liking to be alone, he’s always close by one of us, even on long nights of homework and papers. Those days, I don’t really miss!

He’s always been patient and loving towards my human babies. I know he enjoys their company just as much as ours. Especially now-a-days, as it’s their job to feed him. He loves to eat.

Sometimes he gets bored of us and needs some down time. He likes to youtube videos of kittens.

(This is probably why he gets bored of us.)

Happy 14th birthday Java Dog. I loves you!!