The day after Thanksgiving will always be a day we'll never forget. We went to Seattle for the tree lighting ceremony and came home to find our dog, Reno had passed away. Our other dog, Bella seemed to be fine. Reno lay still in his dog house. It felt like a dream. We called out to him but he never answered. He was always so alert. Barking at every little sound. Now he lay so still, it hurt to see him like this. We said our goodbyes and my husband took him to the vet.
It took us several days to not cry at the thought of Reno. My daughter took it the hardest. Reno was her best friend. He often let her dress him up, raced with her, and let her love him. It was such a neat relationship. Our other dog didn't seem to change much, she did seem more clingy and needed lots of attention.
I created a book for Reno, full of his pictures, and our memories of him. My heart still hurts when I see another dog running with his human friend. That used to be me and him.
I don't know when the day will come that we can attach ourselves to another dog. Reno was 12 years old when he passed. He lived a full and mostly healthy life. He had a sister dog, a arch nemisis (our cat), and humans who loved him so much.
We did find a poem about him waiting for us at Rainbow Bridge. It was comforting to hear that there is a place where he is free from pain, free to run, and eagerly awaiting for us. I truly hope that this place exists.
I love you Reno.
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