I started to write a little update last night and then it dawned on me, today it will have been one week since our fur baby Riley crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. I can’t believe I haven’t offered this up on here yet, but to be honest, the whole thing has been kind of a shock, and I’m still sort of wrapping my mind around it. It was very sudden and unexpected and we’ve been pretty heartbroken. He was home with us last Friday morning, and then by noon that same day, he was gone. No warning, no time to take him for a walk, to the park, for a car ride with the windows down. Not even any time for a good belly scratch. I think that’s our biggest regret…that we couldn’t give him a fun “last day.” I don’t even know if I told him bye that morning when I left for work, since I’m sure it was the usual chaos trying to get out the door. I just wish we had some notice.
We knew something was a little off on Thursday night, but chalked it up to his sensitive stomach (usually because he’s eaten something in the yard). Friday morning when we left for work, he was mopey, but again, nothing overly unusual. Our sitter called us an hour or so later, explaining that he was having a hard time breathing, was very restless, and seemed to be in a little pain. Matt came home to take him to the vet and it wasn’t 30 minutes later that he called me saying I needed to come up there and that we were going to have to make a really hard decision. Less than an hour later, he was gone. It was that sudden. I got there in just enough time to see him and love on him and thank him for being so faithful for 12 years. He was a good dog.
I don’t know if you’ve seen or read Marley and Me, but our Riley had the same thing that Marley did at the end…where the stomach and intestines flip…I think it’s called gastric bloat The crazy thing is that I’ve always been worried about this because I knew it was somewhat common in large breed dogs, particularly labs. It’s still hard to believe it happened to him. He was 12, but a very young and vibrant 12. Most people were shocked when they found out how old he was. Plus he has always been super healthy. Like I said, it’s just all-around very shocking. So that’s that. There is definitely a void in our home, and we miss him terribly, especially poor Maddux, who just seems a little lost without his bubba. Time will heal though. I know this.
So anyways, that’s my something a little sad. Hoping this weekend is better than last weekend. For one thing, tomorrow Asher Wade is going to wake up a 2 year old. Well, technically at 1:45 tomorrow afternoon he will be a 2 year old. I mean, seriously?! I will have a 2 year old?! Doesn’t seem possible. His party is not until the following weekend (Derby Day!), but we are taking him to Airwalk tomorrow (an indoor trampoline park) and we will spend the day as a family and I will likely make him these confetti cake pancakes, because I mean, you only turn 2 once, right? Hope everyone has a great weekend!