This last week in Texas I would have never imagined would be my last time seeing Sundance. Me and my mom had commented on how he was such a healthy senior dog compared to all the other dogs we have had in the past at his age. Looking back all the fun we had this last week it was probably the best way to remember him by, but I will never stop missing him. He had my heart since I was 14! We spent the week at the dog park, eating doggie pies, and even getting him in the pool voluntarily with us. It was such a devastating experience to see him go. He was jumping around smiling with us and within 30 minutes later he was gone. After talking to a relative that is a vet tech she told us he probably consumed rat poison. There simply was just not enough time to say goodbye and it was so sad to see him struggle like that. My best memories of him were him pulling me on my bike by the bayou, his golden eyes, his sometimes bipolar attitude, his howls when my mom called for Harley, him coughing & sneezing, his pool kisses, and most of all his husky hugs.
Words from my mom that say it best:
"I miss Sundance so much. I can't stop thinking about what happened to my boy. I am so very sad. Walking in the back yard is just awful. I always had Sundance making me rub him, making me smile, walking over him at the door where he died, him darting in the house, spinning in circles or I just looked where he was at so he couldn't escape. Then there were the times I chose to just love on him instead of him making me rub him.
I have been on guard for ten years when walking out the back door. I "babyed" my red dog. I miss him not smiling at me with those eyes shut. My heart just hurts so bad for him. I loved that dog so much. I just need him to come melt on the kitchen floor pretending he wasn't there. I even miss the fur. I wish I had it back. He was such a good boy and loved us all."
My last Dancer kisses the night before
Dog Park fun...he was so funny, after an hour of playing he jumped up on me to give me a "hug" as if to say lets go! And then ran over to the exit to wait for us to leave with him! My funny Dancer!
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Oh Dancer, my Prancer Dancer we buried you under your shade tree, where you had dug many a holes, in YOUR back yard. But that really isn't true. Sundance you really lad buried in all our heart's.
You died surrounded by those who loved you. You may have been born a dog, you died our best red husky friend.
I think God will have prepared everything for our perfect happiness. If it takes my dog being there [in Heaven], I believe he'll be there.
Rev. Billy Graham
For the soul of every living thing is in the hand of God.
~Job 12:10~
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