Well, the day that has kept me awake and struck fear in my heart has come. Today was our baby boy Rebel's last day on Earth. Goodbye my sweet boy. I wish I was better with words and could capture all you meant to us and what you brought to our life. We were babies when we brought you home; a new marriage and a new puppy. You taught us patience, discipline, and sacrifice. You kept me company those long, lonely nights when a young cop was on duty and a new bride was scared in a strange house. You let me cry into your side and you laid your head on my shoulder when I came home crying from my job as a new nurse.
You were crazy!!! Jumping, racing, playing; even biting at my kneecaps when I emptied the dishwasher. Then one day, the crazy came in bursts and you were a 55 pound lap dog. Who loved to be held in a cradle position like a baby, who knew how to give a kiss, and who was surprised by his own farts.
When Dixie came along, you were a perfect big brother. When we almost lost her, you fed her from your mouth, and walked along her side for support as she learned to walk all over again. You have been a patient and loving brother.
Everyone who knows you says there is something different about you. We know what it is; you aren't just a dog. You have a person's soul. Dixie is our dog; you were our child.
Things you loved: blankets, blankets, blankets, ice, your stocking, your Nyla bone keys, going on a walk, the vet, the arm of the couch, peanut butter, and your dad's pulled pork. You loved to snuggle, to lay in the sun in the spring and fall, and to celebrate with a run around the house after a poop.
Goodbye to our Rebel, our boy, our mountain lion, our billy goat, our pebbles, our bear, our grumpy old man. Goodbye to our friend and our companion. We will be lonely without you.
Thank you for defying the odds and giving us 203 days after they told us you had 8-88 days. You knew we needed that long to say goodbye; to try and re-frame our world, one that doesn't include a little bully whose whole body wags when we come home. You knew I had to complete that milestone for school and that my grief would paralyze me if you left before then. It's been 10 1/2 years. We're older now, more mature. I'm used to being alone at night and I did get the hang of that nursing thing after all. We'll be ok. We'll love another bulldog I'm sure, but you'll always be our first love. That's a special thing and an honor you deserve. Rest in peace our sweet boy, and know you gave all you had to life. I hope we gave you a good life and that you knew how much you were loved. In fact, if love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.
Thank you to all on this board for your support throughout our journey.