Saying Goodbye

This last week was long and difficult. And one I’d rather not repeat.

A month ago we learned our six year old lab, Sidney, had contracted Lyme Disease and was suffering kidney failure as a result. A diagnosis I was familiar with, having lost a lab to the same condition about eight years ago.

Even with the not-so-promising test results showing how damaged her kidneys were, I wasn’t giving up on her. She was young. She was strong. She was Sidney.Sidney pup

I was hopeful. She still acted like the same crazy Sid we’ve loved since she was an adventurous pup intent on destroying everything.

The same dog that was patient and kind with my boys. The one that would play fetch with them endlessly (even though my youngest had to sit on her to get her to drop the dummy – I think she did this on purpose for the extra attention).

She remained the same ball of energy I swear could jump ten feet. Bound over my flower beds in a single leap. The one that never seemed to tire.

Sidney HuntingThat was four weeks ago. Four weeks spent treating the disease while holding on to hope she would recover. Days of pills morning and night. A diet that would reduce stress on her kidneys and hopefully give them a chance to recover.

At first I thought we were winning. That everything we were doing would pay off. That Sid would conquer the illness.

But as time went on, moments of difficulty crept in and my surety she would win wavered. Doubts started to overshadow our days together. Tears silently appeared.

I started to prepare the boys for the possibility of having to say goodbye to a friend.

Then a week ago a light went out in her. She’d lost her spark. I knew she was running out of strength to fight. The days to follow were the hardest. With each one, more of Sid the Kid slipped away and I knew the inevitable was close.

As hard as it was for her, I saw her struggling to hang on. Like she didn’t want to leave us. Seeing her beginning to suffer, I asked for her to let go. That we would okay without her. That our dogs of past (Lady, Thor, Xena) would be there to greet her and she would finally feel well again.

On Tuesday, as she basked in the sun lying among the Black-eyed Susan’s in my flower bed, Sidney slipped away from us.

To get through it, I told myself and the boys, she is better now. She is no longer in any pain. Wanting her to stay would have been selfish. That she wouldn’t want us to be sad. Not that it kept the tears at bay. They still fell. But life must go on and with it we will keep Sidney in our hearts and remember the good times. Remember the energetic dog that was a member of the family.

So with renewed tears, I say, “Goodbye, Sid. We love you. And you will be missed.”

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    • Addie Jo Ryleigh says:

      Thank you, Ryan JO. And you are so right. No matter the age, we never want to see them go. But our lives would be empty with out them.

    • Addie Jo Ryleigh says:

      Anne, thank you for sharing my tears and for the hug. I love to think of her running around all happy and goofy in the prefect doggy/cat heaven. I hope your cat doesn’t meet Sidney any time soon but when they do, I know Sidney would love another friend.

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