We put down Rudy today. :(
Kathleen and I got Rudy in 2010. That second photo is the first photo we saw of him. Kathleen was already 100% sold. I thought he had down syndrome or something was mentally wrong with him. He looked like a dwarf.
We drove all the way to Hawthorne to go see him. Before we got out of the car we said to each other, “Look, if he’s at all hyper we can’t do it.” It was agreed. No hyper dog.
We walk into the back yard and there is this dog doing laps around the pool. 10 laps in front of us. Full sprint. He jumps up on a picnic table, looks at us and bolts back to do more laps. I’d never seen a more hyper dog. As he’s sprinting Kathleen and I look at each other and we knew instantly we weren’t leaving without him. That understanding is interrupted by Rudy, (Houdini at the time) chewing on Kathleen’s foot.
He was ours.
I was 20 years old. I’m 34 now. I’m at a point in my life where the only thing from my past is Rudy. He was the last tie to my life before my wife, my kids, moving around the country, my real estate business. All of it.
Going to sleep last night, I said goodnight to Rudy and went to bed. I laid down for about five seconds and couldn’t do it. I took my pillows and went to the couch. I lifted Rudy up on the couch and we went to sleep together. I should have spent all week sleeping with him. My little hash brown. He’s gone. Nothing will bring him back. His smoosh face. :( I miss him so much. I kissed his snoot a couple more times on the ground at the humane society as he’s on the cart ready to be cremated. He’s being wheeled away and his nose pops out of the blanket looking at me. Still so handsome.
I thought my writing of this would be more poetic but I can feel my heart open right now. Knowing I can’t kiss him anymore. I can’t lay on the ground with him anymore. My Rudy doody. :( I love him so much. I hope I dream of him every night. I hope I never forget the comfort of a Rudy hug. Or the smoosh of his snoot.
I was talking to Ashley about how statistically there will be 8 or so more Rudy’s in my life and I instantly felt a rock in my throat and started crying.
There will never be another Rudy.
This is so #Milwaukee I can’t even believe it. Had to literally turn around to come take a pic. The overgrown weeds blocking the actual message. So instead it just says “You can’t spell community ✌🏾😀”
My Lizzie Bizzie. :(
I love you big girl. Nobody hugged us like you did. You were even floofier than Rudy. Skinnier snoot though. You loved us with everything you had. :)
You were a great lil sis to Rudy and an even better mom to Mister Louis.
I hope you’re back there in Salt Lake running with Mr Rudy and yelling at Mr Batman.
Thanks for being with me as I grew up. I hope you enjoyed your time here. I’m going to sleep with only one dog for the first time since we got you, 11 years ago. My sweet girl.
