A year or so ago Bandit came in to our rescue, to stay as it turned out. He is a beautiful sable boy, young, with the most peculiar gate. He rounds corners in a curve, his feet gliding. When I come home he actually flies through the air, all four legs coming at me, vertical. As happy as a dog can be. Tongue lolling, huge grin – beside himself with joy to see me home, again. I’m just as happy to see him. I learned to put something between my body and his flying feet; I may always have his nail marks on my legs. He won’t go outside unless I go with him – doesn’t want to be separated yet. Really, Bandit never wants to be separated.
When he first came in it was recommended that he be euthanized; he didn’t do well in pens being tested. Julie was there with him, we talked. We cried. Julie decided to take some time, maybe take Bandit outside for the end. Cheryl Bater intervened, and we brought Bandit home to me. A wonderful decision for Bandit and all of us.
It’s been an adventure living with my boy. Boundless love, amazing energy, a goofy smile, sliding up to me to put his feet on me and get as close as he can. So many little quirks.
Bandit’s been experiencing some kind of episodes that have rendered him unable to walk. He is sleeping right now. He’s tired, and his spirit – the silly, sweet boy – is gone.
I am going to let him go. Cheryl Bater will be here in a few hours and we’ll send him on. With love and compassion.
I’m saying goodbye now and it’s breaking my heart. But, mostly, all of us who have been with Bandit have been very fortunate. I’m grateful to have had this year with him, and I know he’s enjoyed it too.
Love that boy.