Wednesday, Aug 05, 2020

Angel’s Journey to Rainbow Road

This past Saturday, I received one of the saddest phone calls from my mother back home in Nebraska. My Golden Retriever, Angel, had passed away. Apparently, she had a couple tumors on her spleen, one ruptured and she bled out. She was to be 10 years old this coming October.

An overwhelmingly large ocean of emotions hit me and there hasn’t been a day that’s went by that I haven’t cried. She’s the first of my own that I’ve lost. Although I’ve been away from her living elsewhere for 7 years now, it’s like a truck has hit me. She was like my child, my sister, my “Lil Lion”. I’ll never forget the day I got her, right around Christmas time. She was my Christmas Angel. After receiving the devastating news, I broke out my special album just for her that has “Angel” adorned on it with clouds. Looking at pictures of the red bow we put on her head that of course didn’t stay on long, but long enough to snap a couple shots. I remember how she would hide under my mother’s china cabinet for awhile, she was a little timid at first but she was the biggest ball of fur you could ever imagine and the sweetest puppy anyone could ever ask for.

Every year after I moved away, I tried my hardest to go back home each and every year. I’ve been successful but then the funds were not there and I was away from April ’08-May ’10. It was always nice to come back to the home you’ve known for so long and the first thing I looked forward to was seeing my Angel baby when I walked through the door. She would always run right up to me and I’d get on the floor to give her kisses, hugs and scratches. Over time, I saw how extremely close the bond was between Angel and my parents. For example, anytime my mom would bring out the vacuum, Angel would get protective of my mom and try to clamp on to her arm or pant leg and try to drag her away from it. It was honestly one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. Rightfully so, my parents were devastated of the sudden loss of their baby. My mother used to go home on her lunch hour to check up on Angel, I think it gave her purpose after losing my grandmother this past April. Now that Angel is gone, I feel like an even larger hole has manifested in her heart.

My mother claims she won’t get another dog because there isn’t one that can replace her. And she’s right, no dog will ever replace Angel. Then again, you should never buy another dog to replace one that has passed. I look at this subject in this regard: there are so many homeless dogs and cats out there that are in need of good homes. Why should an animal be euthanized if there are loving people out there willing to open their lives and homes to these special animals? Although she may never share her life with another pet, I understand why she feels this way. Not everyone can cope with the loss of a pet in the same way and not everyone can stand the thought of owning another pet knowing they’ll have the same fate. My heart goes out to you, mom. Angel was one in a million.

So to any and all of you who have lost a pet, I can now say I truly understand. I think one thing we can all agree on is that it’s worth it. Having that companion who loves you through thick and thin, who wags their tail at the glimpse of your smiling face… it just doesn’t get much better than that. All that I can hope is that Angel’s journey to Rainbow Road was quick and painless. I know that you’re up there smiling down on us everyday. There’s no question that you touched so many lives and don’t worry baby, your memory will live on in our hearts forever.

Goodbye, my sweet, sweet Angel baby.

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Tags: dog, puppy, Sarasota