Our story is nothing miraculous, just an ordinary family and an ordinary dog. I feel sorry for those who have never had a pet, and have missed out on one of life’s greatest experiences, even when it means losing their beloved pet in the end.
Jade is in a better place now. I hope that we did him a favor by helping him. The fact was, even though he was trying to end his life by not eating or drinking, he may have survived a few days longer. I wanted to end the pain and not prolong his agony. His organs were starting to give out. He had arthritis so bad that he hopped on three legs, falling several times each day. He needed to be carried up and down the stairs. He couldn’t lie down because of the pain, yet he couldn’t stand because of the pain either. He hadn’t slept well for days. He had no quality of life anymore, and he knew it. The vet said he would only make it another four to 10 days on his own.
Thirteen years ago, I would not nor could not have understood why people grieved the loss of their pets. Then Jade stormed into my life, turning everything upside down, literally. My kids and I had decided on adopting a black cat with green eyes from my sister’s farm, hence the name “Jade.” One day, we ran across a litter of black Labrador puppies, and there was no turning back, but the name Jade stuck.
My son studied the puppies, and decided on the one that seemed to be somewhat of a loner. While all the others were playfully chewing on each other in a puppy pile, this little guy was just hanging out by himself playing with a toy, ignoring the chaos going on around him. “That’s the one,” my son exclaimed. Off we went with a sleeping black ball of fur between us in the front seat.
Jade taught us some very important lessons, the most important being unconditional love, devotion and friendship. He taught me to relax a little more in life and enjoy the ride with the windows rolled down. I learned not to stress about the house being messy, because no matter how many hours I spent cleaning, he would make sure that I had hair circling my ankles and footprints on the floor in a matter of minutes.
Once when I stopped at a garage sale, he had crawled into the front seat and honked the horn in my car, apparently he thought I was wasting time on a gorgeous spring day, when we could be doing better things. I remember once thinking that something was wrong with my car, only to realize it only appeared to be running rough because Jade was huffing and puffing in the back seat, causing the car to bounce.
When he was a puppy, I was working in the garden. I think that’s where his digging fetish began. He saw me digging in the dark rich soil. The next thing I knew, I had black dirt flying all around me. I think it took two days to get all of the black soil out of my hair and scalp.
One afternoon I had done the laundry and hung the clothing on the wash line. I loved the fresh smell of clothes dried outdoors. Apparently, Jade did too. I peered out the back window to discover him happily running through the backyard, with none other than one of my Victoria Secret bras in his mouth.
We often went running and walking together. One afternoon, we went running around Lake Nokomis. We stopped by the shore of the lake to admire the view. Jade wanted more than to admire the view, he wanted to take it in completely. Without warning, he leaped off the retaining wall into the water, making a splash, swimming with a smile on his face. When I finally got him out of the lake, he made sure, that if I wasn’t wet already from his entering splash, that I would be thoroughly soaked, by shaking himself a couple of times.
He was my running mate, my guard dog, my companion and my friend. We used to have “conversations,” he and I. He would listen intently, as I bared my heart to him. He would look with concern when I was sad, and smile as only a dog can, when we laughed and played.