Christy’s sibling assignment for the month of March
was this: Write a tribute to a friend that is no longer
with us.
Christy's tribute will be here, and Bill's tribute will be here.
I
admit, I had a bit of trouble trying to figure out who should be the subject of
this tribute. I just didn’t know who to
write about. And then it hit me. I am
going to write about a friend who has gone, who was this “woman’s best
friend”. And that is our dog Peaches.
Peaches
came into our life very serendipitously.
We had a plan. We would get a dog
once we had a house with a fenced in yard. Paul had decided he wanted a Keeshond.
He had done research on this type of dog, and thought it would be
perfect for our family. He was correct.
I
remember it was a Sunday morning, and Molly wasn’t feeling well, so I stayed
home from church with her. I was online
on the computer, and for some reason, I was looking at the Idaho Statesman
classifieds. This paper is located in
Boise, Idaho, the place we had recently moved from. In the ads I found an add for Keeshond
puppies, and the owners were located in Meridian. I believe there was one
female puppy and two male puppies. When
Paul arrived home from church, I told him about the add, and we put a plan into
action. He called his brother Kevin, who
lived in the area, and he (along with his daughters Karlie and Taylor, if I
remember correctly), went and visited the puppies, and gave us a good
report. We then told the people we
wanted to female. The female was named
Peaches, because they had yarn tied to each of them to tell them apart, and her
yarn color was peach colored.
Spring
break was coming up in a couple of weeks for Paul and the girls (I was working
at the local newspaper at the time, so I did not get a spring break back in
those days) made a trip to Meridian to pick up our new puppy.
When
they all arrived home, it was wonderful having this little ball of fluff in our
home. I remember her not liking the
crate training at first (the first night was awful, as I remember), but she
eventually got used to her crate.
One
vivid memory I have right after she arrived was we had one of those early
spring snow falls, and she loved playing in the snow.
When
she was young, she was small enough to squeeze through the pickets in the fence
in our front yard, and would sometimes escape.
But she would always come back.
As
Peaches grew, she became a wonderful family pet. We loved her and she was gentle, and would
only bark when she felt like we needed protection.
A
few years after we got her, we added another dog to our family, Molly’s Pomeranian
Sadie. I remember for the first two
weeks or so, Peaches would not acknowledge Sadie’s existence. She would look right through her. But eventually, Peaches gave in to the little
ball of fluff, and they became wonderful friends.
One
thing Peaches did not like was thunder.
She would get very upset when there were storms.
Toward
the end, Peaches started slowing down.
Her breathing started getting very labored. She suffered from arthritis. She couldn’t go on walks anymore. We then had to make the difficult decision to
have the vet put her to sleep. That is
always a tough decision, but when their quality of life suffers, you know it is
best.
I
remember sitting with her on the floor of the room at Kellogg Pet Medical
Center, when Dr. Cook was giving her the medicine to put her to sleep. She looked at me, and for a moment, I could
tell she was at peace. Then she was
gone.
It
was hard saying goodbye to Peaches. She
had been a part of our life for about 11 years.
She was born on Christmas Eve, so celebrating her birthday was always part
of our holiday celebration.
Our
pets do become a part of our family.
They are our friends. They bring
a special meaning into our life. We love
them. We miss them. And a part of our heart is taken when they
leave this earth.
Peaches
spirit lives on in all our lives. She
was a wonderful, sweet soul.
A
special, wonderful friend.
The
day Peaches died, Molly wrote this on Facebook.
It sums up Peaches life perfectly…
Today the Roberts' family did a very difficult
thing. Our beloved dog of almost 12 years was laid to rest today. For a year
she was constantly in pain with arthritis and trouble breathing, and is finally
at peace. As corny as this may sound Peaches was not only a dog, but a friend.
A friend who helped me get through the move from Meridian, to Kellogg. A friend
who helped me through depression, and heartache. A perfect companion. We could
use some prayer, and positive thoughts sent our way this next week. I will end
with a C.S Lewis quote “We treat our dogs as if they were 'almost human': that
is why they really become 'almost human' in the end.”
Peaches
Maximillian Holyday Roberts
December
24, 2001-September 16, 2013.