Thursday, September 1, 2011
After having him for a day, we realized that he couldn't see. He was perfect in all other ways, and a very happy playful puppy. Like a normal lab would be. But he would get himself stuck in a corner and not know how to get out.
We took him to my vet for a thorough exam. The vet said his eyes were filled with blood from broken tiny vessels. Most likely from a long fall contacting with a surface. We surmised someone had tossed him and probably his littermates off the bridge over the lake. It would make sense.
My cousin Jason was looking for a dog. We talked about the eyes, and he felt he would be able to make a good life for Nemo. We agreed that Nemo, a nautical name would suit him well. And a good life he gave him.
Nemo's eyes cleared and he was able to see as well as any dog could see. He was perfect once again.
Nemo raised Jason's two boys. He was the willing accomplice in many games. The family moved from Baton Rouge to Albuquerque, back again, then back to Albuquerque. They finally settled in Denver.
I got this picture today. It was simple, and I understood the tears behind it. In fact mine are falling as I type. I am as heartbroken as I know Jason's family is.
Nemo lived far beyond what he was supposed to live, 16 years in fact, and I knew he was meant to do really great things. Because he survived the attempt to drown him in Lake Pontchartrain, we knew he was of pure fighting spirit.
Dutch has been diagnosed with bone cancer and has been given about 3 months. Up till this morning his pain was being controlled well. Today is a slightly worse day. When the pills no longer cover the pain, I too, will let him go gently.
These dogs, they deserve no less than our complete love. Nemo fought for life and gave more than we ever dreamed.