February 7th 2005 8:20 am
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Dolly died in my arms this morning after a particularly bad bout of seizures. She would have been 12 yrs. old on April 15.
A dog who by all rights should have been dead, I think lived to teach. Together we taught that in spite of what a heartbreaking disease epilepsy is, a dog can still live a quality life. Dolly proved that almost every day of her life.
Dolly did not have a mean bone in her body. She was the soul of kindness and gentleness. It was these qualities that made her the best therapy dog I'd ever had.
Off of IV's after a bad bout of seizures, we went to work in the children's ward, where Dolly, still bearing the shaved spot on her leg, showed children, who toddled out hooked up to IV's themselves "See. If I was on one of those too and look at me now!". The kids really, really listened as I explained to them that Dolly was on IV's too only a couple of weeks ago, and she had the shaved spot on her leg to prove it. Dolly got more than her share of snotty little kisses and gentle hugs that day.
God brought Dolly & me together. I think we had a purpose together. A border collie that couldn't herd and cost me a lot in vet bills, we still went out into the world and taught people about the heartbreak of epilepsy---all thanks to Dolly. That purpose ended today, this morning, with her death.
Only last week she had the time of her life running off cabin fever with some of the other dogs---and I was looking forward to another "senior dog walk" when the weather broke. Two of them won't be there now, Pete & Dolly.
Sleep well, my girl, a well-deserved and gentle rest.
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