I had a meeting this morning and then ran a couple errands before
returning home to spend some time with Gartner. I forced him to
accept some 'behind the ear scratching' and a little rubbing of the
tummy. Mostly, he wasn't interested but let me do it for just a bit!
At around 11:45 am, Dr. Dill arrived with a technician. While they
got things ready, Gartner enjoyed one last incredibly large spoonful
of peanut butter. Respecting his 'no touch policy,' I sat him on the
sofa next to me and Dr. Dill then gave him the injection. It happened
really quickly and I, of course, then changed my mind about wanting
time to pass so the moment would be over. Funny how life works that
way ... over the weekend, I just kept silently wanting it to be over.
Now, he's gone and I'd love to see that damn little tail wag just one
more time!
My house is empty. While I appreciate the 15 1/2 years of memories
and am grateful, I feel so completely alone now. I just went
downstairs for a moment to grab something in the kitchen and he wasn't
there. I didn't get to greet him as I walked by where he usually
slept next to the piano. There is now just empty space where he so
often looked up at me when walking by. The dog bowls are put away and
that spot, too, looks empty in the kitchen. Leaving and arriving are
events that are uneventful now. Gartner always made my leaving a
glorious event. There were very few times when I got to leave without
first giving up that treat to him. And, of course, arriving home
meant the same thing -- Gartner goes outside and then comes in to
receive that treat! All, of course, accompanied by incessant tail-
wagging!
I'm not sure when the crying will stop. I would sooner have lost my
right arm than Gartner. I once heard that people have to die to make
life important; of course, the same holds true for pets. Gartner's
death reminds me that I have been sloppy with my life. I learned so
much from him and, even through his death, I continue to learn. I
honestly have no words to describe this sadness. The great joy,
though, that I experienced when he died was the immediate love and
affection that I could show him by petting him like crazy - something
he never tolerated in life! I sat on the floor while he laid on the
couch and saw his soul through those beautiful eyes.
My mom reminded me tonight that if I choose to get another dog, I will
have to go through this again. I say bring it on! Not today and
probably not tomorrow. But I have known no greater love than this in
my life and look forward to remembering Gartner the only way I know
how - with joy!

