We say goodbye to a crew mate

It took a while to accept the loss of our dear Biscuit and put the words together. We made the painful decision to take him for the last appointment with his vet. We couldn’t allow him to hurt any longer.

Biscuit almost reached age of 15! By many standards, it’s an extremely long life for a retriever. As we adjust to this loss, we want to focus on gratitude for all the years of greetings at the door, snuggles on the couch, and his faithful, silent companionship. My wish was his command, not now, though. I wish my dog would live forever, at least as long as I live, so I can play fetch with him, give him his favorite snacks and take care of him. 

Maybe our family needed to experience unconditional love and the loss of it. Amazing how a pet can fill your heart with love and leave you lost when they are gone. Biscuit’s showed his love in his eyes and his tail wags, no, his whole body wagged. His eyes were fixed on me constantly as he sighed and waited in the weeks prior to the end. I felt that he waited for me to do something about his pain, weakness, steroid-fueled unnatural appetite, hints of incontinence, and worst of all, his treacherous hips. Yet, Biscuit tried to please us even as it hurt him to walk.

We know that we spared Biscuit extra pain and discomfort. Irreplaceable, he will stay in our hearts forever. 

Sweet dreams, Biscuit! You are the best friend ❤️