(Loki giving me kisses.)
Every time we lose a beloved pet, I wonder if having such a big, beautiful animal family is worth the pain of loss. Every time, my answer is yes, yes, yes. Yes, to infinity. My heart aches today, but it is also full of love for my sweet Loki boy.
Our dogs are always with us. Sometimes, we don't even know they're with us, because we're so used to them always being there. They're watching. Waiting. Protecting us.
I think one of the hardest parts about their passing is having to make the decision to put them down. Loki refused to eat, which was very unlike him. We began to watch, and he definitely seemed depressed. But by morning, he seemed back to himself, and slept by the fire at my feet, like he always does. Later that afternoon, he was crying, and in extreme pain. We loaded him, and my husband took him to the ER. He had the dreaded bloat--a twisted stomach--similar to colic in horses. After some thought, and consultation with the vet, my husband made the very difficult decision to put him down.
He was 7 1/2 years old, but only 5 1/2 of those years were spent with us. He had been rehomed from his first owner, whose life had become too complicated for a wolfhound. He always seemed a bit sad to us, like he never really got over that loss, but he did love having the freedom to run around our property. He loved our other wolfhound, Riagan. They became like a married pair--inseparable. He loved us.
I believe that we will see these souls again on the other side, and I believe he was reunited with Riagan, who passed last November, 2020.
I am very thankful to have loved, and to continue loving him.