We lost Jubal today. She was a thorn in the flesh, and a pain in the ass at times, but she was my dog, and I loved her. I didn't realize how much until we lost her.
My husband went out to the kennel this morning to let the dogs out. I was sitting on the patio area with my morning coffee, when he came up to me with tears in his eyes and took me in his arms. Not a normal practice for us, so I asked him what was wrong. He couldn't answer me, and I started to panic. He said "Moze is gone". I fell apart, and we both sobbed like we had lost one of our kids. Finally, I pulled myself together, and said "I need to say goodbye. I need to see him" We went into the kennel, and I looked through the fence to their bed (Moze and Jubal were always kenneled together, and Chas had put the other dog out and dropped the door between them). I saw a bit of white on the chest. "That's Jubal...it's not Moze". Chas walked to the other side of the bed, and saw the boobies (I always called her boobal), and said "your right!!" I looked out the kennel window, and their was Mozart, looking in the window at me. Tons of relief to see him.
Then, on the way to meat run, it hit us both again. Maybe it wasn't Mozart, but it was Jubal. She was always good to Chas and I, even though she hated everyone else with a passion. It was our Jubal. The first one to go. Just last night she was fine. I said "goodnight, Jube" just like I have everynight for nearly 6 years.
Goodbye, Jube. And try to be nice to the other dogs waiting at the Rainbow Bridge. And leave the cats alone too. I'll see you there. And I don't care what others say about you. You were a good dog, and you made life really interesting.