Requiem for Logan
August 30th, 2008 . by CaryWhat a gangly little boy you were! You came into our lives when TMBWitW’s sister called and asked if we could adopt you. You had been abandoned by the breeder, because you weren’t “pure” enough. We thought you were pure love, so that was good enough for us.
Crate training sucked… you wanted to run and play! But you did train very quickly and learned to only go potty outside.
You loved taking a bath in the kitchen sink – while you fit. That didn’t last long. You grew pretty fast.
Your sisters all loved you. TMBWitW liked to give you hugs, and Sara, Princess, Sadie, Mackenzie and Cinnamon would take turns playing with you.
Princess wanted to know if she could swim with you.
Never pass up the chance for a good nap. When you were only six months old, you were diagnosed with polyneuropathy, which is a big word meaning “the nerves and the muscles don’t talk to each other.” You started spending more time laying down than standing up. Dad bought a garden wagon to take on the walks, for the times you just couldn’t get all the way around the block. Mom and Dad agreed that they would do everything they could for you, but if it came to the point where you were in pain they would not keep you here for selfish reasons. Mom and Dad love you very much, and they want you to have a good quality of life.
Helping Dad is hard work – so it’s time for another nap!
A new addition was greeted with the same love you show everyone.
“May I have some more, please?” As time went on, your hips and back legs wouldn’t always work right. Even when you got up, you sometimes needed help getting in and out the back door.
Easter and time to share the goodies! You tried to convince MEG to hand over the jelly beans…
Guarding the hallway.
Your back legs kept getting worse, in spite of the help and the work. By this time you were having more trouble getting outside, and the walks around the block had stopped because you couldn’t walk very far at all.
Sometimes, after we visited Dr. Powell (the chiropractor, for Dad’s back and your legs) you would just hang out in the front yard. You especially liked to sit “behind” the Christmas trees, and you were sure that no one could see you.
MEG loved you with all her heart, and you loved her right back. She would go running to you, shouting “Logey Ogey!” Sometimes, she would lay on your back and give you a full body hug.
By now we knew that when you were whimpering, it wasn’t because you wanted to go outside, or move to another room. You were whimpering because even laying down, it hurt. Your hips hurt, your legs hurt, and your back hurt. Your right hip had degenerated to the point that there was almost no support there for your body. Even with Dad helping you get in and out of the house, it hurt for you to walk. Mom and Dad knew that the time had come to not be selfish about wanting to love you for as long as possible.
We did, however, spoil you as much as we could for the last week that you were with us. We knew that you were going to go on ahead of us, and we spent all the time we could loving on you, and making sure you had special treats (don’t tell your sisters!) and taking you to the dog park. You loved to roll on the grass, and Dad just couldn’t get enough grass to ever grow in the back yard for you.
By the time you all read this, Logan will be waiting at the Rainbow Bridge.
Our friends at Acoma Animal Clinic have been nothing but supportive while we made this most difficult of decisions. They helped us to say good bye to Logan this morning. I cannot say enough good things about the doctors and staff at Acoma; their compassion and caring for your furkids (and featherkids, and scalekids) is second to none.