|1999 - 12/04/2013|
We visited the local Humane Society and in the midst of active puppies, yappy little dogs and big, hyper jumping dogs, was Shylo. They estimated him to be about two years old and he was with them because his previous owners were moving. He was the only dog sitting quietly, not jumping up against the fencing.
So, we took him home.
For the past 12 years, this old man has been our steady. We have moved to several homes, had a few other pets and brought home four more babies. Shylo was always there. As the children got older and began to play outside, he would follow them. Herding them, if you will and always keeping an eye on them. Whenever we told someone that he was part chow, we would hear about what an aggressive breed they were. Not our boy, we'd tell them.
He was getting old. No disputing that fact. His legs shook, as he walked across our wood floors. His eyes were glazed over, evidence of eye sight loss. He no longer investigated noises or came when we called, all the time. We knew his hearing was going. We tried, desperately, to keep him on a tether when he was outside, but when he could open the doors by himself...it was challenging. What a smart old man, he was.
On Wednesday night, our old man...our constant companion...passed away. Our hearts are broken and it was incredibly painful to tell the kids. No parent wants to make their child cry, knowing that there is nothing you can do to fix it. You can only hold them and wipe away their tears. We have chosen to have him cremated...something I never thought I would do for my pet...because we can't imagine doing anything else.
I'm so thankful that my children had so many years with such a loving animal in their life.
We love you, Old Man.