It has been a crazy busy time. With my counterpart at work still out sick, I've worked a 'double booked schedule' at my office every day. I'm mentally exhausted. Thankfully it appears that my co-worker will be returning to work on Monday. In more ways than one, I'm grateful that *she* is feeling better.
At home, the dogs all seem to understand and have patiently waited for their dinner that has come a bit late on a few nights.
But for the 3rd time in about 2 months, what could not wait or be postponed any longer, was our saying goodbye to our beloved boy, George on Friday. George has been declining physically over the last few months, but despite that, his spark and spirited determination were as strong as ever.
In allowing his will and determination to continue and to help make his life easier, thanks to a kind supporting friend, we purchased a garden-wagon with removable sides that helped us to get George outside, and saved his needed strength and ours too. With one of the sides removed, and an added rug for comfort, it was perfect inside and outside.
Despite George's perseverance and I'll add courage, he became unable to stand on his own, and sitting up became difficult too. We knew it was time to make the hardest decision a pet owner has to make, and that was to let him go ..... George was always nervous at the vet and so I wanted that goodbye to take place here at home.
|~George and Shelby~|
Yesterday afternoon was warm and sunny on our front porch and as the sun was beginning to set at the end of the day, we sat with George, giving him lots of treats and said those things to him that come in these tender quiet moments -- And, with one last final bark, another reminder of George's strong spirit, he bid this world goodbye and began his journey to the next life, leaving behind a silence that has filled the air as much as his bark did. How I already miss him. ❤
George & Abe's Story:
George came to us in the fall of 2019 along with his brother Abe, via Lab Rescue. The two together, very quickly and appropriately were given the name of "The Barkalot Brothers," because well, they continually and endlessly barked a lot. A whole lot. It was something we were never able to stop them from doing. But we somehow kind of got used to it.
|~George, left and Abe Barkalot~|
In mid-December of 2019 the health of their original owner, Paul had improved and so he asked if the rescue would return them to him. We all agreed, and by January, the two were back home.
|~The day George and Abe returned to Paul~|
I kept in touch with Paul and in the spring I received a text-message asking me if we would take George back. Abe had passed away a month before and Paul's health was again declining, and he was no longer able to care for George. We of course welcomed him back, and we officially became George's new-forever family. Even with that bark that never seemed to stop, we never for a moment regretted it. We dearly and completely loved our Barkalot boy.
|~In the car with us, the day George came back to us~|