Goodbye Tino
Today we had to say goodbye to Tino. It was hard. So hard.
Tino was a great dog. And he had an incredibly long life. Sixteen years. Unheard of...He came home to us from the SPCA in 1995, before we had Tianna or Nicole. We named him after Tino Martinez, the baseball player when he played for Seattle. We threatened to change the dog's name when Martinez was traded to the Yankees...
I took him to the vet this morning. I was so blessed that one of the vets, who is also a friend, heck, I taught their prenatal class come to think of it...came out of surgery to take care of Tino, and us today.
He took one look at him and said, "It's time. It's hard. But he is tired and ready to go." But I had promised Nicole I wouldn't let him go without her, so Tino stayed at the vet until we came back after school. It was too hard for him to get in and out of the car.
How could I be saying goodbye again? Deciding to let go? Deciding what to do with ashes...the tears came, and came. Nicole, Matt and Carolyn were with me and Tino. It was Marley revisited. But it was swift and I was assured painless. I hope so. How do they know?
My mom enjoyed Tino's company and it gave her something to do. Now he is gone too...they did an ultrasound and told us he was riddled with tumors. He also is in a better place. It sounds so cliche. We miss him, but I think my dad is waiting for him.
Jesus is carrying me. There is no other way.
Peace. Love much. It is most important that you do.
Tino was a great dog. And he had an incredibly long life. Sixteen years. Unheard of...He came home to us from the SPCA in 1995, before we had Tianna or Nicole. We named him after Tino Martinez, the baseball player when he played for Seattle. We threatened to change the dog's name when Martinez was traded to the Yankees...
I took him to the vet this morning. I was so blessed that one of the vets, who is also a friend, heck, I taught their prenatal class come to think of it...came out of surgery to take care of Tino, and us today.He took one look at him and said, "It's time. It's hard. But he is tired and ready to go." But I had promised Nicole I wouldn't let him go without her, so Tino stayed at the vet until we came back after school. It was too hard for him to get in and out of the car.
How could I be saying goodbye again? Deciding to let go? Deciding what to do with ashes...the tears came, and came. Nicole, Matt and Carolyn were with me and Tino. It was Marley revisited. But it was swift and I was assured painless. I hope so. How do they know?
My mom enjoyed Tino's company and it gave her something to do. Now he is gone too...they did an ultrasound and told us he was riddled with tumors. He also is in a better place. It sounds so cliche. We miss him, but I think my dad is waiting for him.
Jesus is carrying me. There is no other way.
Peace. Love much. It is most important that you do.
Labels: grief, letting your dog go, Marley and Me, Saying goodbye to your dog, Tino
posted by www.kathypride.com at
10:25 PM
4 Comments:
Oh, I am crying with you.
One, two...breathe.
oh, kathy! i am sooooo sorry! i am going to go hug my golden, hudson, right now! may the peace of our dear Lord reign in your hearts! i am going to keep lifting you all up to Him, i care for you all so.
p.s. my word verification is, "womello" i am woman, i feel like jello? :)
Oh Kathy! Tears flood my eyes! Wasn't it just a month ago I was telling you about our golden, Kelsey. I hope Nicole handled it better than our son. The only thing that made him feel better (after crying his eyes out) was writing a letter to her and putting it with a flower beside where we buried her. (Connie, it happened to be the silk rose that you gave us at the women's retreat you came to. It was the only flower I had in the house. I guess I kept it for other reasons too.) I think the letter went something like, "I will miss you, but don't worry about us. Go play with Jesus now. We love you." Touching words from a 7 year old. I think the letter is still out there in the garden, tucked under a rock, for the last 5 months.
With love, hugs and prayers!
Shelly
Too much loss, dear one. Too much loss. Crying for you. Praying for you.
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