Eighteen hours have passed since Shadow left us last night.
We had spoken with his boy and girl earlier in the evening for the daily update of his recovery. He had his best day since his amputation. Normal behaviors. He wanted a drink from the bathtub tap while I dried my hair. Couldn’t get enough ear rubs. Ate heartily. While going outside, he heard his daddy pull up in the driveway, stopped mid-way down the ramp, turned around in one hop and ran to the door before his sister was out of the sofa.
Around dusk it all changed. He went outside with dry heaves. He laid down on the ground. He wouldn’t come in. Finally his daddy carried him in. Shadow was a creature of comfort, so he tried to hop onto the sofa and daddy helped. He was restless and couldn’t get comfortable, finally he got down went over to where daddy was and laid down there so he could be petted. Minutes later he was gone. We were stunned. What happened? How? Why? Questions that will remain unanswered. He died in peace surrounded by his loved ones.
His final resting place is in the backyard, soon to be covered by mommy’s special ornamental black grass.
While preparing Shadow’s special place I read the sad news about Diva, Boomer’s special celebration day, London’s struggles (hang in there), Sophie’s progress and how tripawd hero, Darcy, lives on. Living continues. I know I will hear kind words from so many of you, people I have never met and did not know two weeks ago. For that I am grateful. Thank you.
I am in need of some Daisy loving. She is good at that. I will post a tribute to our dear Spirit Shadow at some time. I will need to do that for myself. Until then, I will be checking in because I know we need lots of pawsitive vibes for all of the tripawds out there.
Spirit Shadow’s mom, Heather