J and I no longer live with an old dog: on Tuesday afternoon, we put Reggie to sleep. Both J and I knew it was time: the previous night, Reggie been restless and uncomfortable, waking us early with whines and occasional whimpers, and when I’d taken him out for his mid-morning bathroom break, he’d collapsed on the porch and immediately peed on himself, as if he were too tired to even try to get up. We made a last-minute appointment with our vet, I cancelled my classes and student conferences, and J and I made one last trip to the Angell Animal Medical Center to make Reggie comfortable for good. He was fifteen years old, and I’d had him for over thirteen years.
It was a peaceful–even beautiful–passing. After having been so restless and uncomfortable the night before, Reggie was tranquil on the drive to Angell, lounging in the backseat with his head up and alert, relishing the stream of fresh spring air from open windows. At Angell, I carried him into the waiting area and got him comfortably settled while J checked us in, and Reggie was both quiet and calm. I took one last picture of him while we waited, and in that photo he looks content and comfortable: ready.
Reggie didn’t whine or whimper once in the family meditation room, a private lounge where we arranged him on a soft rug while Dr. Kaye and Alex, his assistant, readied Reggie for the injection. Dr. Kaye gave Reggie one last snack–some sort of healthy dog biscuits for sensitive stomachs, the treats some other family had apparently left after their final goodbyes–and then we gathered around. Reggie was lying with his head up, alert but relaxed, while sunlight from a partly cloudy, impossibly blue sky streamed through a high window. I stroked Reggie’s head and neck fur–his signature chow-mane, which never diminished even in age–while Dr. Kaye delivered the injection. One second, Reggie was calmly looking around; the next, he flopped his head onto my leg as he always did when he was tired; and the next, he was gone.
J and I cried in the meditation room, and on the drive home, and upon arriving at our too-empty-seeming house, Reggie’s now-useless leash in hand. The first thing I did was to gather up Reggie’s things, putting away his leash and bowls, his medications, and his food platform and the sturdy, rubber-backed mat we’d bought so he wouldn’t slip when he ate or drank. There are reminders enough of Reggie everywhere, mainly his conspicuous absence under foot and the now-empty spots where he loved to lounge. Why would we want empty bowls and now-useless medicines around to mock that absence?
The first morning without Reggie, instead of walking I did yoga in the spot where he often slept, then I meditated in the now-empty space where his food and water bowls once sat. It seemed fittingly appropriate, the spots where Reggie found temporary rest and respite now permanently quieted. That first morning without Reggie was an impossibly beautiful spring day, with cloud-embellished blue sky just like the one I’d looked out upon at Angell, Reggie’s fur under my fingers. That first morning without Reggie, the tulips by the dog pen bloomed, an annual occurrence I’ll forever associate now with Reggie’s passing.
Reggie was a good dog to the very end, a faithful companion who was with me during some of my darkest days, and my only “family” in New Hampshire in the immediate aftermath of my divorce. Reggie was a rescue dog whose “second life” with me was filled with everything a dog could hope for. He’d taken countless car-rides to and from Ohio and not one but two cross-country road trips. He’d served as official mascot and temple guardian for a Zen group. He’d climbed mountains, and he’d slept in an RV in Arizona, a tent in Virginia, and under the stars in northern New England. Reggie snacked on elk jerky while watching elk from a motel window in California, sniffed and peed at Old Faithful and Gettysburg, and nearly jumped out the backseat window at the sight of bison and moose. He had face-to-face encounters with groundhogs and snapping turtles, waded belly-deep in rivers and ponds, and chased countless turkeys, deer, and one memorable black bear: the only time in his life he’d actually come when called. Reggie had his portrait painted, and he inspired a whole category of blog-posts and a slew of photos. He was a fluffy-faced sweetheart whose resilient spirit humbled me in the end: a dog who needed help in dying because he just wouldn’t give up on his own.
My biggest fear in Reggie’s final days was that I wouldn’t be there when he died, either because he’d slip away quietly when J and I were out, or because a medical emergency would force J to make a final vet visit while I was teaching in Keene. Although my heart aches every time I see the empty spot where Reggie loved to lie, I’m grateful J and I were able to be with him in the end. These past few years as Reggie declined, I increasingly did anything I could to make him comfortable, carrying him up and down the stairs, easing him into a reclining position when he struggled to settle himself, and flipping him over when he’d squirmed himself into an uncomfortable position and didn’t have the strength to roll over. In the end, putting Reggie to sleep was the last thing we could do to make him comfortable, his body giving out before his heart. We was a loving, loyal friend I can’t possibly forget: a good boy until the end.
Apr 13, 2012 at 5:07 pm
Thank you for this, something we all must deal with and so terribly sad. But still, you wouldn’t have wanted to miss out on a dog like Reggie.
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Apr 13, 2012 at 5:13 pm
namu amita bul
truly an unforgettable dog. ~metta~
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Apr 13, 2012 at 5:21 pm
Aw, very sorry but what a wonderful friend to have known.
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Apr 13, 2012 at 5:29 pm
Hugs to you and J, Lorianne. I read your post and thought of that passage near the end of Robert PIrsig’s second book Lila— the part where the American Indian sees a dog and remarks “That’s a good dog.” I’m sorry I never got to meet Reggie, but based on what you’ve told us about him, I can see he was an incredible friend.
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Apr 13, 2012 at 8:03 pm
So sorry for your loss of a such a dear friend, who became well known to me from reading your blog. He lived a long and very interesting and happy life with you.
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Apr 13, 2012 at 11:31 pm
What a handsome boy. My heart aches for you. I’ve said goodbye to too many furkids–but I wouldn’t change a minute of any of it. God bless you for helping Reggie over the Rainbow Bridge.
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Apr 14, 2012 at 2:07 am
I, too, have appreciated Reggie for all he has been to you all these years. He was there through some difficult days and, more recently, some very happy times. He witnessed the transformation of your life and was your very good dog through it all. He felt your love, as well, in all those walks, no matter what, and the times you carried him, talked to him, gave him hugs and petted him, photographed him, laughed and played with him. And brought him J to make a family for you both. He was your good boy. He earned his place in my heart, too. Bless you all.
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Apr 14, 2012 at 7:46 am
This is making me cry. What a beautiful, dear dog he was. Much love to you and J.
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Apr 14, 2012 at 9:24 am
Loved all the great photos of Reggie on your trips and excursions. Yup, he had a great life, lucky dog. And lucky you to have had him along for so long.
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Apr 14, 2012 at 12:42 pm
Aw, I know how difficult it can be so say goodbye.
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Apr 14, 2012 at 7:30 pm
I’m so sorry for your loss. There is a spoken word poem I came across recently. You might enjoy hearing it at this time…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZ7-rgfu-2s
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Apr 14, 2012 at 9:50 pm
He was a special dog and had quite a life with you. You were both very lucky to have had each other all those years. This is making me cry because I lost one of my dogs in January, had to make the decision also to have him euthanized. I was there and I’m glad for you and J. that you were with Reggie until the end.
Allow yourself time to grieve.
All the best to you,
Marie
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Apr 15, 2012 at 1:07 pm
i’m truly sorry for your loss. He was lucky to have you until the end. Take care of yourself during this painful time.
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Apr 16, 2012 at 1:39 am
I’ve been thinking about you over the past few days. It sounds like you’re keeping a good perspective about this loss, remembering all the remarkable things Reggie did and the fun he had in life. Like you, I came home and removed all the dog stuff immediately after we put Ruby and Ernie to sleep. I understand the need to look ahead, and as you said, the painful reminders are plentiful enough. In any case, I’m sorry for your loss. Reggie did have a long, long life.
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Apr 16, 2012 at 10:25 am
Sounds like Reggis had a full and wonderful life. I remember each and every dog I ever had. Each one was very special and will remain a part of me. After grieving for a couple of months, I rescued a year old Shitzhu-Dachsund mix who stole my heart.
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Apr 16, 2012 at 11:52 am
What a beautiful tribute for such a dear friend and companion. The photos really show off his peaceful, calm, and special disposition. Thank you for sharing with us.
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Apr 16, 2012 at 12:52 pm
This is the post I have been dreading finding here – Reggis was a beautiful boy, such a loving companion and I loved seeing photos and reading about him. Simply saying “sorry for your loss” doesn’t begin to cover the situation, and I wish I could say something that did. So sorry, Lorianne…
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Apr 17, 2012 at 1:56 am
God post to read.
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Apr 27, 2012 at 8:33 am
Thanks for the information and for sharing your knowledge.
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May 21, 2012 at 6:17 pm
Forgive me, I stumbled upon your blog whilst searching for a piece of artwork on google, and I clicked on the picture of your dog (the large one at the top) because I thought how beautiful he was. I was so saddened to read of his passing, even though I know neither you nor him, but I wanted to offer you my condolences for your loss. Thank you for sharing such a tender time in your life with us.
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Jul 2, 2012 at 3:38 pm
I am so sorry for your loss. I have tears on my eyes. How difficult it is to say goodbye to a sweet and lovely friend. Dear Reggie will be sorely missed. My thoughts are with you and J.
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Jul 6, 2012 at 1:46 pm
I’m so sorry, Lorianne. I missed this post–my visits have been very haphazard recently. I enjoyed reading about Reggie and his walks with you. It must be so very hard to say good-bye to a close companion like Reggie. They leave a mark on the heart, these 4-legged creatures. This was a beautiful tribute to him.
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Dec 23, 2012 at 7:57 am
Every once in a while I go back to read my old blog reads and I always go back to check on Reddie, even though, in my heart I knew. We’ve had some recent issues with one of our two, and I know within the year a decision will be made, if he does not make it himself. I remember that pain with Fenway, so hopefully this one will be ready, because I am not. I’m always late, but wanted to send along my healing thoughts.
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Dec 23, 2012 at 7:57 am
Reggie. Auto correct is NOT a friend.
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May 19, 2014 at 7:37 pm
This was very moving
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