“He gave you three more years than I ever expected him to,” my vet said, as I made the painful decision to let Dupont go. And as I sit here now, all these years later, snuggling with Flipflop, I am telling him, for the hundredth time, how Dupont brought him to me. I find myself reliving those last moths with Dupont, when he was ready for me to let him go, but waited for Flipflop to arrive before telling me it was time.
The human/animal bond is one that only those who have opened their hearts up to a pet understand. I have been so blessed to have so many dogs and cats touch my soul and I hope they all know how much they have touched me.
My blog started as a tribute to my passion for animal rescue and has grown to be more about my pets and life today, as we moved from Ontario to BC. Despite the changes, one thing has never changed, my love for animals and my belief that they all deserve a loving, safe environment.
It was Dupont who, through his love and companionship, made me want to pay it forward and foster in my future. It was through Flipflop I learned the real need out there for more people to get involved and it was though Dahlia that I fell in love with the idea of forever adopting senior dogs in my future.
But this blog is for Dupont, my first dog (as an adult) who I loved so fiercely, I wrongly believed I could love no other dog. Dupont saw my hearts potential and knew that I could provide a home and just as much love for other dogs.
For those new to my blog, Dupont was my Collie/Shepherd. My ex-husband and I got him when he was 6 weeks old. I will never forget when my ex called me at work and read me the ad for Dupont and his litter. He had called and there were only 2 pups left and we were the third interested party. It was a first come, first serve type of situation. I emailed my boss that I had to leave and drove home to grab my ex and drive to the farm where Dupont and his siblings were.
On Dupont’s first birthday, my ex and I decided to separate, Dupont coming with me wasn’t even a question, I would have killed for this dog and my ex knew it. Dupont was my rock through so much over the years. I started calling him “my heart” because, as I would say him, I couldn’t live without my heart, and I didn’t want to live without Dupont.
At the age of three, Dupont was diagnosed with arthritis, very young to have such a condition, but my vet and I started longevity treatment to give him the best quality of life. And it worked, it worked for another 7 years before he wanted me to let him go.
Around the age of 7 or 8, Dupont stopped wanting to go for our long walks, I was devastated. A friend of mine said when her dog got to that state, she embraced it. She would take a book with her and when her dog wanted to rest, she would sit down and read. I loved the idea and for the last couple years of his life, that’s what we did. We would find a shady tree and just sit under it and chill out for hours. I got to meet so many wonderful people walking by, as Dupont laid there watching the world go by. I wouldn’t trade those moments with him for anything in the world.
As he aged, his walks went from going to our local park to lay down, to just going across the parking lot of our building. But I didn’t care, as long as he was with me and he was happy. As he found life more challenging, I made it easier, I bought the supplies and had my brother in-law build a ramp for him to be able to get up on my bed. I purchased a “help ’em up” harness for him to wear. I purchased collapsible stairs for him to be able to get in and out of my car with ease. Whatever he needed, I got for him!
We celebrated his 10th and last birthday by going to the pet store and me buying him anything he looked at and then we laid out under a shady tree for most of the day. I had a feeling it was our last birthday together, but I would never speak the words aloud. My motherly instincts just knew that this sweet boy was ready to leave me soon. This was in July of 2014.
In October that same year, I inexplicably told my friend, Sarah, that I needed to introduce Dupont to her foster, who was enroute from Bahamas. To this day, I have zero idea why I did this. My plan was never to get another dog, but to foster and help other dogs in need on their path to their happy ending. All I do know is I believe Dupont, through divine intervention, made me do it. He was ready to leave this earth, but he needed to make sure I was going to be ok.
Two and half months after Flipflop’s adoption, Dupont left this earth, with me by his side, thanking him for all his love and devotion to me. January 14th of 2015, Dupont went to the rainbow bridge taking a large part of broken heart with him. But he left me a puppy, who needed me. His gift to me was Flipflop, although sometimes I wonder if it was a gift or a practical joke, lol, but either way, I found a way to move on with Flipflop by my side. I couldn’t stay in bed and cry all day, the puppy needed me, and I truly believe this was Dupont’s way of making sure I would go on without him.
It’s been 5 years since Dupont left me and for five years not a day goes by that he’s not been on my mind. To some this will make no sense at all, after all, Dupont was “just” a dog, but to me he was my baby. And 3 years ago, on January 14th, the second anniversary of Dupont’s passing, my sister’s son was born. My awesome nephew, Kasen, who I have such a great relationship with, despite our distance. My sister, likely doesn’t even remember saying this to me, but I remember it so clearly, she said to me, “it’s kind of weird how my baby was born on the same day you lost yours.”
Kasen’s birthdate may have been another divine intervention by Dupont, as now on January 14th, I celebrate Kasen, while never forgetting about the loss of my boy. I can’t help but to wonder if Dupont, once again, through his divine intervention, arranged for Kasen to be born on January 14th, to stop me from being devastated on this day, but rather to remember him fondly and find joy in my life through Kasen.
Some may think I’m crazy, others may believe as I do, or some may just not know, but whatever others think, doesn’t matter to me. I know in my heart, Dupont was placed in my life to take care of me, he is my guardian angel, both while on earth and now on the rainbow bridge. He is with me always, both in my heart and in my daily life as he shows me time and time again, there really is no love like the love of one’s dog.