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    RIP Sparky

    December 4, 2019

    Sparky had the softest ears I’ve ever touched.

    He hated when I touched them. Like … one little touch and he’d shake his head to get me off, then he’d give me this look of sheer exasperation. If I kept it up — and I usually did — he’d eventually get up and go to another room or something. His ears were a no-go zone.

    But I couldn’t resist. He was a short-hair dog so most of his body was pretty smooth, but the tips of his ears were like black feathers, softer than any pillow I’ve ever slept on. I’ll forever miss touching those ears.

    We said goodbye to Sparky today after 11 years and five months as the fifth member of our family. It hurts like hell.

    We had about 24 hours notice. Cari and I took him to the vet yesterday because he hasn’t been himself for the past couple months — skipping meals, lethargic, separating himself from the family. Turns out he had a huge tumor that was pressing up against his stomach, crushing it against the top of his body cavity and crushing his liver and kidneys against the bottom. There was also what looked like blood in his body cavity, or some kind of liquid that didn’t belong where it was. She said there was a 70% chance the tumor was malignant (at some point I heard the word “cancer”) and that surgery was no guarantee he’d live more than a couple more weeks.

    I think that’s all correct; I almost passed out when the vet showed us the x-rays, so it’s possible I misheard something. When she finished talking, as I stared at the blob on the x-ray, I asked if it was about the size of a baseball. “Oh no,” she said. “It’s about this big…” and she held her hands apart much wider, about the size of an eggplant or squash. That was all we needed to see and know. So we decided to bring him home for one last night together. To say our goodbyes. We’ve all been crying since then. Still are.

    Over the past 24 hours, I kept fighting myself about what you’re reading right now.

    You should write something about Sparky to share how much he meant to you and the family.

    No, I’m not gonna write a eulogy for a dog, FFS.

    You can see which voice won.

    We brought him home on July 4, 2008 — Independence Day. So we named him Sparky. He was a stray that a family friend had found in Pasco. I remember desperately not wanting a dog at the time. They’re too expensive, they’re too much maintenance, and all that. But when we all went to see him … there was no discussion. He was coming home with us.

    The vet guessed that he was about three months old. He was perfect in every way. We didn’t have to potty-train him. We didn’t have to take him to any training classes. He was the silliest, happiest, jumpiest, most-playful puppy I ever saw. He did this thing where he’d run across the back yard and then flop on his side in the grass, like you can see in the second half of this video:

    He was always chewing things. One day at our old house, he chewed a hole through the dry wall in the laundry room. I remember one night hearing him grunting and groaning outside like he was in a fight with another dog. Turns out he was eating a small tree.

    High Fiber Diet

    He loved to run around in the snow every winter.

    He loved to dig in the back yard — I mean huge holes that often destroyed my amateur landscaping work. I yelled at him too often about the digging, and I hate that I did that. I apologized to him today for getting angry about such a natural dog behavior. Right now, there’s a trench that he dug along the north edge of the back yard that’s probably 5 feet long and a foot deep. I’m leaning toward never filling it in.

    We almost never gave him human food, but peanut butter was one exception. Every jar we finished for the past … maybe since we got him? I don’t know. It’s been forever. Every jar we finished, we’d give to him and let him lick the insides. You’ve never seen determination until you’ve seen Sparky use his paws and jaw to get every last drop of deliciousness out of that peanut butter jar. I’m not sure what we’re gonna do with the next PB jar we finished … do we just throw it out??

    When we brought him home that day in 2008, he was our dog — the whole family’s dog. We all agreed to that. We’d share duties on cleaning up his back yard messes. We’d share feeding duties. We’d all take him for walks. He didn’t belong to any one of us.

    Sparky loved all of us, played with all of us, hung out with all of us and all that. But he had other plans. Sparky decided he was gonna have one human to call his own — someone he’d be loyal to above all others, someone he’d spend more time with than all others, someone he may have loved above all others.

    He chose me.

    I didn’t do anything special to deserve all that love and attention. It happened because we spent the most time together. I started working from home about two months after we brought him home. His space was the laundry room, which was right next to the little pantry-turned-office where I worked all day long. When I was in my office, he’d come lay down right at my feet, next to the desk and briefcase that I kept on the floor. I had to be super-cautious about where my office chair’s wheels were.

    Desk Accessories

    Sparky and I were together all the time. He was the perfect office co-worker — never argued with anything I said or did!

    After a while, most of that stuff we agreed to share as a family became my responsibility. I cleaned up his poop in the back yard. I gave him baths. I took him in for his vet checkups. Sure, Cari and the kids would feed him at times and take him for walks, and they loved him tons (and he loved them), but we all realized over time that he chose me as his. I used to joke that I didn’t love him, but that was a defense mechanism because I was so close to him and was afraid of what it’d be like to lose him.

    From those early days at our old house up until these past few days when he wasn’t feeling well, whenever I got up to go somewhere, he’d follow. Every time I moved, he followed. I could’ve retired by now if I had five dollars for every time I told Sparky I was just getting some water or going to the bathroom. He’d just look at me, as if to say, “Can I come anyway?”

    Right now I’d do just about anything for one more chance to tell him he doesn’t need to follow me.

    If you’d asked me a year ago whether I’d want to be in the room when Sparky died, hell no. Not gonna happen. But a few months ago, I saw something on Twitter or Facebook — an article or a post where a veterinarian was encouraging people to stay with their dogs until the final breath. The message was something like, “If the roles were reversed, your dog would stay by your side. Your dog deserves the same from you.” That hit me hard, and I vowed to stay with Sparky when the time came to say goodbye.

    Today was really tough. Not as tough as being in the room when mom died, but not too far behind. The staff at Meadow Hills was wonderful, as they’ve always been. They put Cari and me in a room with Sparky, door closed and blinds drawn so we had total privacy. There was a dog bed there. They patiently and lovingly told us what to expect, what Sparky would be feeling and all that. They let us spend as much time with him as we needed. I took this one last photo of him, about 15 minutes before he left us.

    We fed him treats — the first food he’d eaten in two days. There was no bowl around, but there was a water bottle, so I poured some into my cupped hand and he drank a bit. We talked to him. We told him how much we loved him, how wonderful he was and how much we’d miss him. We hugged him. And we cried. OMG did we cry.

    They gave him a painkiller and something to knock him out. He was still alive and breathing, but had gone unconscious on the bed. He was laying more comfortably than he has in a while. We talked to him some more and kept petting him. We were finally ready to let him go.

    The doctor came in and talked to us a bit, made sure we were okay and ready. She told us some dogs have involuntary movements after they stop breathing, some even pee or poop, and we shouldn’t be alarmed — it’s all totally natural. She put a needle in his leg. He stopped breathing about 30 seconds later, and we saw a couple small muscle twitches. All of a sudden his tail moved up about 6 inches off the floor, then slowly dropped again. My God, he wagged his tail for us one last time.

    The doctor told us to take as much time as we needed with him, then left us alone with our wonderful boy. Cari and I talked to him some more, hugged each other and cried.

    We were finally ready to go home. We both got up and gathered our belongings. I leaned down, whispered goodbye, and touched the tip of his ear one last time.

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    It’s Hard to Take a Selfie with a Dog

    May 19, 2014

    I had no idea it would be so tough to take a selfie with Sparky. He’s usually pretty relaxed when I’m taking his picture, or any picture, but not the case this weekend. It took me five tries to get a good one.

    First, he started reaching up to lick my face.

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    When he wasn’t trying to lick me, he wouldn’t stay still, so the selfie was all blurry. At least he was blurry. (I know how to be still.)

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    Finally got him to be still, but he wouldn’t look at the camera. So this one’s not much of a selfie.

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    When he kept looking off to the side, I decided to match his pose — but in the opposite direction. And so, finally, on the fifth try, we ended up with an acceptable selfie!

    dog-selfie-5

    And how did you spend your Saturday evening?

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    Poor Sparky

    May 22, 2012

    My poor dog. He’s in for something different this Christmas, and I’m sure he’s going to hate it.

    See, I was shopping online for some dog-related supplies that we need and I was about a dollar short of qualifying for free shipping. A dollar!

    So I clicked into the CLEARANCE section of this website, and then sorted the results by price, with the cheapest items first. There were plenty of options, all of which would get me over the free shipping threshold.

    After a minute or two, I chose this:

    poorsparky

    How awesome is that??!! Oh, he’s gonna be upset. Heck, even the dog in the photo above looks like he hates it. ROFL!

    Merry Christmas, Sparky!

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    My Dog Deserves an Academy Award

    February 7, 2012

    sparky-actorWe’re pretty soft on our dog, Sparky. While a lot of neighborhood dogs are still outside (we can hear them barking) in cold weather, we tend to bring him inside when the temps get below 40 degrees.

    Sometimes when he’s outside, though, he’ll come sit right in front of the sliding glass door that leads to our backyard. He’ll just sit there, looking inside toward us. Like in this photo to the right.

    And he’ll shiver.

    It’s simultaneously the saddest, funniest and most pathetic thing you’ve ever seen.

    Sometimes, the shivering is justified. It might be 40 degrees, but if the wind is kicking up (as it often does here), it feels a lot colder. Or it might be that we didn’t notice the drop in temperature in the late afternoon, and he’s really getting cold.

    But other times, there’s no reason at all for him to be shivering. Sunny, 45-50 degrees, and he just sits there shivering because he wants to come in.

    That was the case yesterday morning. It wasn’t all that cold, and he was outside. I noticed him shivering and decided to do a little experiment.

    I tested him. I walked into the family room where he could see me, and he was shivering like he wanted to come in. Then I walked out of the family room, out of sight — he couldn’t see me at all. But, I peeked around the wall and could see him plain as day.

    As soon as I left his sight, he stopped shivering! He just sat there, looking around, looking at the birds in the trees, etc. I spied on him for 30 seconds – nothing. No shivering at all.

    Then I walked back into the family room where he could see me, and as soon as he did … he started shivering again.

    My dog is a total actor!!!

    He was trying to play me like a fiddle. “Oh, there’s my master. I’ll pretend to be cold now so he can bring me inside.”

    It didn’t work. But I have to confess … I admire his acting skills and the fact that he’s smart enough to try acting his way back inside. Well played, Sparky. Well played.

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    Well, That Was Scary (AKA, the Benefits of Dog Licensing)

    July 6, 2011

    The moral of the story is pretty simple: If you own a dog, make sure you license/register it with your local city/county.

    At about 1:00 pm today, I headed out back to give Sparky a little treat. He wasn’t in his doghouse and he wasn’t laying down in any normal spots. As I walked around the back yard, he wasn’t anywhere! Sparky was gone. Missing in action.

    I went inside and his leash was still there, so that meant Sean hadn’t taken him for a walk. Checked with the kids, and they didn’t know where he was, either. We had seen him about an hour earlier when a UPS delivery came and Sparky was barking up a storm.

    Sean and I did another walk through in the backyard and still … no Sparky. I sent Sean down to the park a couple blocks away. He came back without a dog, but two people at the park had seen a dog matching Sparky’s description.

    So the kids and I got in the car and went off hunting. We went up the street a bit cuz there was some activity and a different dog jumping on its fence and we thought maybe Sparky was there. He wasn’t. But as we drove back and planned to head toward the park, we saw a mom and her son walking a dog toward our house! Sparky!!!!!!!

    Turns out that Sparky was hanging around this person’s house (I feel terrible about not getting her name), and she saw that Sparky had a dog license tag on his collar. So, she called the city and gave them Sparky’s tag number. The city gave her our home address and she brought him back to us.

    THANK YOU!!! So thankful for the kind woman who did that, and so thankful that we bothered to register our dog and get him a license/tag. And thankful that our goofy dog is back where he belongs.

    sparky

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    First Snow of the Season!

    November 21, 2010

    It’s snowing!!! Look at our front yard:

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    Since I really can’t stand winter, this’ll be the only night that I’m excited to see snow. After this, spring and warm weather can’t come soon enough. But for one night, it’s cool to watch and see again.

    There’s actually one other fun thing about the first snowfall of the year: Watching Sparky go outside in it for the first time. He gets this total WTF????? look on his face for about a minute. It’s priceless. That should happen in an hour or two when I put him out so he can take care of …ummm… business.