Angels Wear Fur

The month of May was a tough one. Well, to be really honest, the whole of this year was tough and heavy on the soul. I won’t go into too much detail about what has happened, plus I’ve written a post about it, so feel free to be in the loop by reading it.

Yes, my father is gone. I cannot believe it has almost been a month. I am so blessed to have wonderful friends and family who have helped me stay strong and have, at the same time, taught me that it’s okay to sometimes not be okay. I have also had a little help from my furry little creatures which are just as much my family as those who use two feet to walk with. The love, graciousness about life and kindness from animals are incalculable and cannot be quantified by our little inferior human means of measure.

I have gotten more wet kisses, warm hugs and cuddles than I ever thought possible. My tears were wiped away numerous times by my two little angels.

And now I only have one little furry angel with me.

I have had Lili since she was a tiny little thing and she’s been a huge part of my life for the past five years. Rex, on the other hand, was a little more unplanned and a decade or so older when I got him, but I loved that dog just as much.

He had a heart that shone through his eyes. His love was palpable. His story is a mixture of sadness, agony and one of love. 

RexI got him from our local shelter after seeing him on Facebook and reading that he has gone unnoticed for almost five years. Five years! My heart broke for those caramel eyes. I wasn’t planning on getting another dog, but something told me that it was a path that had to be taken. The keeper at the shelter told me he was found starving in a box on an abandoned farm and has since had little luck of finding someone to take care of him. He had a gentle disposition and a friendly attitude and we were all a bit beguiled as to why he wasn’t adopted earlier. His size didn’t help him. He was a big boy: I think he was a doberman-shepherd mix. He was also old. He was at least ten or eleven when I found him last November. He was ill and was gaining weight rapidly. They performed some tests and after they came back negative for some sort of syndrome, we took him in. I knew what I was very probably getting myself into. Two days after we took Rex into our home, I found that my dad was seriously ill and had little time left. I knew I had a hard road ahead of me: I had to be there for my dad, for my mom, for my family, had to work and take care of two fur balls: both with specific health problems.

There wasn’t any love lost for Lili. She treated him like she would a piece of furniture that was a bit annoying because it wanted to sniff her butt all the time. She quickly learned that he was slow and could easily steal his treats, climb on the couch where he couldn’t reach her (not that he ever tried) and ate his food (the little witch!). He was never bothered by it.

He was happy to be loved, well fed and that there was always someone there with him. He tried so hard to please us: he stopped marking the inside of our house, learned to wait for his food patiently, learned to stay on command and learned to bark from Lili. Oh, what a barker he became! 🙂

Love came naturally to him. He treated me like his guardian angel an in turn became one for me- even if I didn’t ask that of him. He became protective and wouldn’t allow any mischief in my company. He was big and so people were a bit afraid of him. I found it amusing. He loved it when I sang to him and his favorite song was “Can’t Help Falling In Love”. He’d put his big head on my knees and fall asleep whenever I sang it to him.

But his lungs wouldn’t let him stay with me for long- the parallels with my dad’s story were painful, to say the least. As it grew warmer, his breathing became heavier and it became so bad that his tongue would turn blue and he couldn’t catch his breath. He also had problems with his joints, we couldn’t get his weight down and so he started going down quickly.

We had to put him to sleep two weeks after my father died. He fell asleep with his favorite song in his ears.

I sometimes wish I could turn back the clock and find him in his younger years. He had so much to give. All I can really do is find comfort in knowing he found love- however brief it was. I love my big boy and even though taking care of him took a lot of time and energy I barely had because I also had to take care of my dying dad, I wouldn’t take any of it back. He’s part of what helped me get through those days and nights of true terror and torture. He’s helped me prepare for what was to come.

I promised my father to live bigger, better and bolder in his name. I also promised Rex to help spread some love, kindness and awareness of those around us in need. I’ll do my best to make both of them proud to have been a part of my life and me be a part of theirs. My life is blessed because I have so many guardian angels.

 

 

 

 

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