Dogs have always been part of my life; a love passed down from generation to generation. Protracted unemployment in the early 90s required some creativity. Thus, my pet care business was born.
This is a continuing series.
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This story has a sad ending and was difficult for me to write.
I struggled with it for many days but felt it should be included.
CHAPTER SEVEN: MAX & JAKE
These two were quite a pair! Max (on the left), came first. I met him when he was just over a year old; adorable, but still very much an adolescent. He was an “only child” at the time and enjoyed playing with, (more like body checking), the other dogs in residence.
Rough. rowdy, rambunctious; that was Max!
One day, there were too many dogs to walk all at once, so I split them into two shifts. Knowing Max would be upset if left behind, he was in the first group. This did not appease him one bit and when I returned with the second group, imagine my astonishment at finding tooth marks in the vertical blinds! Max had bitten right through them. Good thing we had some spare ones and Max eventually grew out of this destructive phase.
Geri, Max’s “mom” called one day with the unhappy news that Max had been diagnosed with hip dysplasia and would require surgery. He was only 18 months old at the time. She complained to the breeder about this and was told they would give her a new puppy if she brought Max back to them! (Imagine what horrible fate would have awaited him there!) No animal lover could possibly return a beloved pet, especially after more than a year. Geri went ahead with the surgery and Max started coming for sleepovers again, a few months later.
When Max was four, Geri told me she had rescued an older yellow Lab, to keep Max company. Jake was seven and had a calm demeanour. The hope was for this calmness to influence Max. Well, the exact opposite occurred. Max and Jake became the “Rowdy Boys”! When it came to other dogs, they would tag team them and we were constantly calling them off. There was no malicious intent, but they loved to play rough.
Jake was a real “food hound” as well and you couldn’t keep anything on the counters, because he would go for it. One day I left the house and forgot to remove the dog treat jar. Of course, I found it in pieces on the floor, along with a beautiful ceramic tray that was a gift. Jake must have tipped it over, in his quest for the goodies. I’m always honest with my clients and tell them if their dogs have misbehaved, but, never expect to be reimbursed for any losses. It’s just part of the job. To her credit, Geri bought me another tray; probably more expensive than the one that broke. This was a nice gesture and she was a great client, who also brought lovely Christmas presents.
Max and Jake were frequent guests for several years. Despite their rough and tumble activities I was extremely fond of them. Fortunately, nothing else got broken.
When Jake was 12, (Max was 9), they came for a visit about three weeks before Christmas. Jake had slowed down a bit, but, seemed fine, otherwise. Max was still his bouncy self. On their last night we had settled in, with the boys in their usual spots; Max on the bed and Jake in the living room.
When I got up the next morning, Jake was sleeping by the back door and Max was awake under the dining table, next to it. That seemed odd; also that Jake didn’t stir at all. I tried to rouse him and, much to my horror, discovered he was dead! You can imagine the array of intense emotions that churned through me. He was absolutely fine, the night before! My husband confirmed that Jake had indeed passed away overnight. I was thinking of poor Geri. The boys were supposed to go home shortly. With trembling voice and lump in throat, I made the call. Geri was beside herself and came over immediately, with her husband. We were all weeping, but Geri did say “good thing the kids didn’t have to see this”. (She had five and the poor things were waiting for their dogs to come home.) Yes, that would have been even more traumatic for young ones, but it haunted me too, for a long time. I can still picture him, lying there. They bundled Jake into a blanket and carried him to the car.
Geri called me a few days later to say that Jake had died of a heart attack. Dogs have all the same afflictions as humans. Thankfully, he went fast and didn’t suffer much,
Max became an “only child” once more and still came for frequent visits. There was a time when I didn’t hear from Geri for months. She suddenly called one day to relay the sad news that Max had a brain tumour and they needed to euthanize him. Apparently he had lost his vision, balance and cognitive ability and was whimpering and trembling.
My heart broke once again.
R.I.P. Max and Jake ♥
© D.D.B. 2013
Epilogue: There have been many heart breaking moments over the years,
but they are far surpassed by the heart warming ones. ♥