Victor Part 2

I can't thank friends and family enough for your condolences about our beloved Victor.  Many of you had sent prayers and good wishes and we've felt them all. In case you missed it, you can read Victor’s Story here. I'm generally a positive person, but it has taken everything in me not to be mad at God for taking Victor away from us so soon.  I've been pretty quiet around the house and in doing so, I've imagined Victor in his usual spots and I still see his shadow greeting me at the door when I come home.  But since I'm a verbal thinker, friends have allowed me to come to a conclusion about this sad chapter in our family:

The days before we left for our trip, Victor was a happy, playing, eating, drinking and pooping kind of dog.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  Whenever he saw the suitcases come out, you would see the most depressed dog!  Usually, he would mope around and give us sad puppy eyes whenever he got the chance but usually after a couple days of us being gone, he would perk up.

This time was different...

Victor was such an intelligent dog, that I believe he knew he was sick but didn't want us to know.  I think that since he knew we were going to be gone for a while, he was going to let himself be sick after we left to spare us the agony of watching him die.  I am so thankful for our neighbor who took such good care of him for us while we were gone.  We have the most tremendous amount of guilt for putting them through this agony with Victor, but we are so thankful that since they loved Victor so much, they were there for him through the end for us.  Victor didn't want us to see his pain but he loved our neighbor and trusted them enough to let himself go in their care.

Maybe this is just another one of my bullshit theories but it beats being mad at God for taking Victor away from us.  I imagine him running around with Koda Bear and her puppies and it makes me smile.  Staying busy is the key to not losing my mind during the day but not seeing him laying in his bed at night still chokes me up.

I tell my girls that time heals all wounds...

Victor was truly that perfect dog I always wanted.  He rarely barked, he wasn't overly active but was always eager to take advantage of a walk, he didn't shed a lot and that dog could hold his pee for more than 12 hours!

Victor had the most softest fur.  He was beautiful and people would stop and ask to buy him from us.  Teaching him tricks was a breeze.  And did I mention his soft fur?

Time heals all wounds...