Ruckus
A donation was made in memory of Ruckus on Sep 24, 2009.
Ruckus, a.k.a “Ruckie” came into my life in May of 1992 at the age of 3 months. I never wanted a dog, but my persistent 12 year old daughter convinced me we needed one. After a brief search we found him. They put a sign on his cage that said “going home on Friday” and we left to prepare for his arrival. Friday quickly arrived and his first day was quite an experience. It was like having a toddler in the house again, he was getting into everything imaginable. I didn’t say anything to my daughter, but I had my doubts that he would stay. He didn’t like that we decided to go to bed for the night and leave him downstairs alone. He barked and barked until finally I went downstairs to see what the commotion was. Well, it seemed that not only did Ruckie go to the bathroom but he rolled around it as well. So there I was, in the middle of the night bathing this little white ball of fluff in the bathroom sink. I wrapped him in a thick towel and sat at the bottom of the stairs rocking him in my arms like a baby where he quickly fell asleep. I decided that if I wanted any sleep that night I’d better take him upstairs to bed with me. Ruckie slept next to me that night as he would for the next 17 ½ years. We bonded that first night and I became his “mommy”. From that moment on the stairs we were inseparable.
He quickly earned his name, tearing through the house at amazing speed and leaping a great distance – practically flying to his favorite spot on the sofa. He was a great little watch dog and he somehow always knew the UPS man was coming before the truck was even on the street. He had many joys but his two biggest were pushing his “treat ball” through the house and his cherished car rides. He would push his head out the window as far as he could. He would close his eyes as the sun warmed his face and the wind blew in his hair.
Through the years our bond became stronger. Our lives were one. We took long walks, rides in the car that he loved and trips to the river bank where we would watch the sunset. As he moved through his life and evolved from rambunctious pup, through his prime and eventually into his golden years we were always together. He had lost his hearing, developed cataracts, had a heart murmur and suffered with arthritis. In his last months of his life I would carry him from room to room if he was having a bad day because I knew he would only try to follow me himself- no matter how tired he was. He was afraid to let me out of his sight because he could no longer hear where I was in the house and would have trouble finding me. He didn’t like not knowing where I was.
On 9/9/09 I lost my best friend. A huge part of me died with him that day. It was the part of me that knew unconditional love and happiness. I was lucky to have loved him and my life will never be the same without him. He was my companion and my soul mate. He was my beloved Ruckie. I miss you old man.
Love,
Mommy
He quickly earned his name, tearing through the house at amazing speed and leaping a great distance – practically flying to his favorite spot on the sofa. He was a great little watch dog and he somehow always knew the UPS man was coming before the truck was even on the street. He had many joys but his two biggest were pushing his “treat ball” through the house and his cherished car rides. He would push his head out the window as far as he could. He would close his eyes as the sun warmed his face and the wind blew in his hair.
Through the years our bond became stronger. Our lives were one. We took long walks, rides in the car that he loved and trips to the river bank where we would watch the sunset. As he moved through his life and evolved from rambunctious pup, through his prime and eventually into his golden years we were always together. He had lost his hearing, developed cataracts, had a heart murmur and suffered with arthritis. In his last months of his life I would carry him from room to room if he was having a bad day because I knew he would only try to follow me himself- no matter how tired he was. He was afraid to let me out of his sight because he could no longer hear where I was in the house and would have trouble finding me. He didn’t like not knowing where I was.
On 9/9/09 I lost my best friend. A huge part of me died with him that day. It was the part of me that knew unconditional love and happiness. I was lucky to have loved him and my life will never be the same without him. He was my companion and my soul mate. He was my beloved Ruckie. I miss you old man.
Love,
Mommy
