Farewell Rufus – You were loved, and loved in return!

Farewell Rufus – You were loved, and loved in return!

An obituary by @madamdoodles

I got Rufus when he was about a year old. He had been found on the side of the road in VA when he was about 4 months and adopted by a very wealthy family in MD. After about 6 months the wife decided she didn’t want him anymore and dumped him with the trainer I was using for my other dog, Rogan, and bought a Cavalier King Charles. The husband cried. I fell in love with him.

I got lucky.  I used to say he was “slumming it” since I just lived in a one story rambler. But I had a nice big back yard and dobie sister for him to play with. We did lots of training with Rufus. He was a smart dog. He ended up winning 3rd place in these obedience trials in TN when he was about 3, beating out a bunch of real working dogs. Like trained search and rescue dogs. We had him DNA tested and he came back Husky, Golden Retriever, Treeing Walker Coonhound and English Springer Spaniel.

 

He was just a great dog through and through. Smart, goofy, got along great with kids, animals of all kinds. He loved chasing shadows, light, reflections and water. He could do it for hours! We moved to Boston and I got a job up there with The Animal Rescue League. So, I would take in fosters from time to time and he was great at teaching them boundaries and how to play. He was like a good momma. He also did Pets on Wheels and we went to retirement and recovery facilities and visited with elderly and disabled people, who just loved him. Some of them would wait in the lobby on Sunday mornings for him to arrive. Since we knew his days were getting shorter, for his 15th birthday we decided to go all out. We rented a space at a public park and had a big party. We decorated it, and people came with their dogs and kids. We had people and human cake. Lots of food. My brother even prepared him a brisket, special just for him and put it on the grill. He was showered with love and treats and toys.

 

He passed away about 6 months later. He fell in the yard one afternoon and just couldn’t get back up. That was it. So while the decline had been slow, with the arthritis and everything, it ended up happening really fast in the end. I slept on his bed with him. We got him McDonalds for breakfast and we took him to the vet the next day. His 16th birthday would be right around the corner now. It makes me sad to think about, but he had good long life. He was loved, and loved in return.

 

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  1. My dogs know what that big yellow M means when i go to town, Nuggets for them! I really hope they all see 16 yrs of happiness like Rufus. “RIP RUFUS”

  2. Every time I’ve had to let go of one of my furry kids, I’ve gotten them a McDonald’s cheeseburger and fries first. Don’t know why that’s become tradition. My oldest has serious heart disease and I’m sure we’ll be sharing that last meal eventually too. I’m sorry for your loss.

  3. Thank you, Rufus – you enriched your people’s lives like my boys did. Our job was to make your end of life happy and I hope you have all met up over the rainbow- see you all there together for endless play xxxx

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