Yesterday, with profound sadness and heavy hearts we said good bye to our Ramsey. It was sudden and we were unprepared.
We had our last walk on Thursday evening - my sister and I took Ramsey for a walk to pick up the girls from school. The next day, he barely moved. I made an emergency appointment to see the vet at the animal hospital. He had become anaemic and the tests and x-ray revealed a massive silent tumour around the spleen as well as an internal bleed. We made the painful decision to put him down.
The past 24 hours have been so difficult. The tears wore out my contacts.
As Wilbur was some pig, Ramsey was some dog. Together, with my niece, we picked Ramsey from a litter of nine at the breeders at the age of 2 weeks. He was born on August 8 – which would be Lily’s birthday two years later. He came home to us, Thanksgiving weekend 2003. He graduated from obedience 1, 2, 3 and agility, completed the walk for guide dogs twice, and even tried therapy dog school. This past February, he was pet of the month in the local community paper.
He was the best dog and our loyal companion. We will never forget you dear friend, thank you for the past ten years.
There is a place called Dog Heaven that is full of liver treats, clean lakes, and rabbits. We believe in that place.
Dog Heaven has clear, wide lakes, filled with geese who honk and flap and tease. The dogs love this. They run beside the water and bark and bark and God watches them from behind a tree and smiles..
There are children of course. Angel Children.
God knows that dogs love children more than anything else in the world, so He fills Dog Heaven with plenty of them. T here are children on Bikes and children on Sleds. There are children throwing red rubber balls and children pulling kites through the clouds. The dogs are there, and the children love them dearly.
And. oh, the dog biscuits. Biscuits and biscuits as far as the eye can see.
God has a sense of humor, so he makes His biscuits in funny shapes for His dogs. There are kitty-cat biscuits and squirrel biscuits. Ice Cream biscuits and ham-sandwich biscuits.
Every angel who passes by has a biscuit for a dog. And of course, all God's dogs sit when angels say "Sit". Every dog becomes a good dog in Heaven.
Cynthia Rylant’s Dog Heaven
I woke up Hopie this morning. As always, I asked if she had a nice dream. She answered, “I dreamed of rainbows, unicorns, and Ramsey.”
Dear Ramsey, thank you for the joy, the hikes, the laughter, the cuddles, the spray after a bath, the licks, the fur, and warming our toes during supper. XOX
“I buried Little Ann by the side of Old Dan. I knew that was where she wanted to be. I also buried a part of my life along with my dog.”
Where the red fern grows.