Goodbye Sweet Fur-Baby

Yesterday we said Goodbye to our sweet dog Delenn.  She was nearly 15 years old.
Saying goodbye to a loved one is one of the hardest things to do.  We are grateful for the house call service that allowed us to love and comfort her at home.

We miss her so much already.  The house is too quiet.

My husband composed and posted this Facebook Tribute to her the day before she passed:

Photo: Dad,   I am tired, very tired.   It is time for me to go find Hazel and to say goodbye.   Although I will miss you, Mom and The Boy, I am old,  very old.     I am a shadow of myself, I am hollow and sometimes I forget who I am, I fear I will soon be lost if I do not leave.  </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>The world is getting dark - I cannot see.  - Branches surprise me.  In the dark I walk into things.   I cannot catch any food thrown my way.    </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>The world is silent,  I cannot hear as I once did.  I do not even know when you come home to greet you.  The delivery man comes and goes without him receiving one bark. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>The world is shrinking,  I hurt during our walks beyone our block, climbing up and down the stairs is a chore.  I slip everyonce and while and drag my feet.  I do not even remember which gun we go hunting with anymore.   </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>The world is loosing its shine, my tail does not wag, my bones hurt and I cannot stretch nor jump.   The lumps that started appearing a few months ago are growing, I am getting sicker. I have accidents and feel horrible I am letting you down.    </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>The world is not fair or unfair it just is.   I am sorry I destroyed your Nike sandles, but they were good and looked like a toy.    I am sorry for running away from Dave Engstrom Ellie Gonzalez , he chased me for two hours.   I do miss the lake and being a dock dog, chasing the chuck-it thrown balls.   I miss our walks and jumping at snowballs.  Lastly,  I should tell you when you thought I dislocated my hip and carried me out of the woods for two miles on your shoulders, truth be told I was just tired and wanted to be carried.  You were also getting fat.     </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>I am working on this poem - I will not have time to finish it.   </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p> My wag is gone, I am no longer strong. Through this family's sorrows and pain, I became tame.   Our agreement from the start was for me to protect my family with all my heart. We agreed to have The Boy, to throw my favorite toy. But my wag is gone, I am no longer strong.   I cannot play, without hurting the rest of the day.     I have tried to be brave, but my time is through.  Let me go to rest, and then see Hazel with zezt.  My wag is gone, I am no longer strong.      </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>You choose my name Delenn from a TV series, a series you just watched  again. Delenn was a great name but I realized watching it with you Delenn never died.  To you she will live forever, Dad all things die, and I cannot go on like I am, you need to let me go. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Tell the Boy the recess bell is ringing for me, he will understand it is time to go.   I cannot play ball anymore, I cannot turn or twist.   I struggle to breath.   Tell him that I always loved the game kiss the baby.  And he cannot throw anymore food onto the floor he doesn't want to eat.  I hope  I taught him to be a dog person, I am definately a Boy person.   </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Tell Mom Pamela Van Eyck Prinkkila, I love her.  If it wasn't for her care I would have been lost long ago.   I have always comforted her when she was sick please love her more now. She has a lot going on with the baby.       </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>To you Dad,    I know you vowed after Hazel to never have another dog.  Loosing Hazel was the one of the worst days in your life, it took a part of your soul that took you years for you to find.   Tomorrow will be a tough day for everyone- do not loose your soul again since you will not have a retriever to find it.      Always remember we had 14 years together - a wonderful 14 years where my tail did wag.  I did leave our ball outside for you, maybe one day you will want to throw it again for another dog.   I hope you do because you love all dogs, try to measure this pain against the joy we had together. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Do not worry about me, I am going to find Hazel and together we will wait for you.   We will meet at the place where no shadows fall, I will be by the water- playing. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Delenn<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
Ambassador Delenn of Del-Tone  </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>P.S.  Please remember to cancel my credit card.

Dad, I am tired, very tired. It is time for me to go find Hazel and to say goodbye. Although I will miss you, Mom and The Boy, I am old, very old. I am a shadow of myself, I am hollow and sometimes I forget who I am, I fear I will soon be lost if I do not leave.

The world is getting dark – I cannot see.  Branches surprise me. In the dark I walk into things. I cannot catch any food thrown my way.

The world is silent, I cannot hear as I once did. I do not even know when you come home to greet you. The delivery man comes and goes without him receiving one bark.

The world is shrinking, I hurt during our walks beyond our block, climbing up and down the stairs is a chore. I slip every once in a while and drag my feet. I do not even remember which gun we go hunting with anymore.

The world is losing its shine, my tail does not wag, my bones hurt and I cannot stretch nor jump. The lumps that started appearing a few months ago are growing, I am getting sicker. I have accidents and feel horrible I am letting you down.

The world is not fair or unfair it just is. I am sorry I destroyed your Nike sandals, but they were good and looked like a toy. I am sorry for running away from Dave.  He chased me for two hours. I do miss the lake and being a dock dog, chasing the chuck-it thrown balls. I miss our walks and jumping at snowballs. Lastly, I should tell you when you thought I dislocated my hip and carried me out of the woods for two miles on your shoulders, truth be told I was just tired and wanted to be carried. You were also getting fat.

I am working on this poem – I will not have time to finish it.

My wag is gone, I am no longer strong. Through this family’s sorrows and pain, I became tame. Our agreement from the start was for me to protect my family with all my heart. We agreed to have the Boy, to throw my favorite toy. But my wag is gone, I am no longer strong. I cannot play, without hurting the rest of the day. I have tried to be brave, but my time is through. Let me go to rest, and then see Hazel with zest. My wag is gone, I am no longer strong.

You chose my name Delenn from a TV series, a series you just watched again. Delenn was a great name, and I realized watching it with you Delenn never died. To you she will live forever, Dad all things die, and I cannot go on like I am, you need to let me go.

Tell the Boy the recess bell is ringing for me, he will understand it is time to go. I cannot play ball anymore, I cannot turn or twist. I struggle to breathe. Tell him that I always loved the game “Kiss the Baby”. And he cannot throw anymore food onto the floor he doesn’t want to eat. I hope I taught him to be a dog person, I am definately a Boy person.

Tell Mom I love her. If it wasn’t for her care I would have been lost long ago. I have always comforted her when she was sick please love her more now. She has a lot going on with the baby.

To you Dad, I know you vowed after Hazel to never have another dog. Losing Hazel was the one of the worst days in your life, it took a part of your soul that took you years for you to find. Tomorrow will be a tough day for everyone – do not lose your soul again since you will not have a retriever to find it. Always remember we had 14+ years together – a wonderful 14+ years where my tail did wag. I did leave our ball outside for you, maybe one day you will want to throw it again for another dog. I hope you do because you love all dogs, try to measure this pain against the joy we had together.

Do not worry about me, I am going to find Hazel and together we will wait for you.
We will meet at the place where no shadows fall, I will be by the water- playing.

Love,
Delenn  (Ambassador Delenn of Del-Tone)

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And this message after:
It is done. Sometimes the right decisions are the hardest ones to make.
Thank you all for the kind words today.

Photo: It is done.   Sometimes the right decisions are the hardest ones to make.  Thank you all for the kind words today.

Happy Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there, and especially to my husband!

What a Dad

What a Dad!

The celebration started Saturday with a sampling of recipes from The Paleo Kitchen.
Fluffy Blueberry Pancakes and Lemon Raspberry Swirl Muffins were both outstanding -
as is everything George Bryant dreams up!

Sunday morning we had pastured eggs and bacon with tea – one of his favorite breakfasts.  We gave him his card and gift at breakfast, and he gave ME a card that said:

“Thank You for Giving me Father’s Day.”   Aww!  *sob*  

I spent much of the morning cooking while he played.  Mushrooms & onions, yams for Paleo Dough, roast chicken & carrots, marinating Asian chicken wings  and jerkybeef stock etc.

And after all that food prep, Hubby wanted to go out to eat.  He’d heard of a rotisserie restaurant called Brasa in Minneapolis, which must be as good as the blogs say because there was an hour and fifteen minute wait!  We knew the boy wouldn’t stand for that, so we ventured onward to the French Meadow Cafe.

Fathers Day 2014a

Plenty of gluten-free menu options, including dessert!  And they even have a dedicated fryer!  We got a table outside and enjoyed a beautiful evening. The boys were drinking lemonade.  On a whim, I dared my son to bite the lemon.  I really did not think he would do it, but…

All in good fun.  Happy Father’s Day!