Blue

Not the color blue; not the emotion of being blue... but the dog named Blue. I work as a receptionist in a veterinary office, and it's a great place for people who love animals to work. It's also a bad place for people who love animals to work. We see hundreds of different dogs every year. We keep hundreds of sick dogs in our hospital for any length of time. But sometimes there are dogs that come into our hospital and into our hearts. Blue was that dog for me.
A nurse I work with always says, "There are worse things than death" and I believe that. I believe if someone, human or animal, is suffering death can be the greatest thing. Usually this puts me at peace and helps me realize, it was time. This time I keep telling myself that, but can't grasp it. Blue came to us as a playful bloodhound puppy tripping over his long ears with his sister at his side. They were so shy when they first came, they wouldn't even get out of the crate. In November, Blue came in as a much bigger puppy weighing around 100 lbs, but he was just as happy with even longer ears. He was having trouble walking and getting up. His back end was weak, and he was slowly going downhill. After a few weeks of watching and wondering, the doctor diagnosed him with a chronic disease that affects his nerves where they do not work properly. She found a treatment and sent him home hoping he wouldn't relapse but realizing it was likely.
Monday Blue came back in worse than before not able to even sit up on his own. The owners were losing hope and decided it would be best to have him put to sleep. They wanted to night to discuss it and came in Tuesday still undecided. Blue was doing a little better Tuesday and today, but still couldn't get up on his own. The disease isn't painful, he just can't get up and walk on his own. Today the owner's decided it was time to have him put to sleep.
Blue was so layed back and happy all of the time. He loved everyone here; it was his second home. There was more love in him that one year of his life than most people have in a lifetime. I feel like I've lost one of my own. I won't ever forget those big eyes that looked into my soul and that huge tongue that took up the width of my face when he gave "kisses." He will be missed by everyone. RIP Blue. I hope you find lots of friends in heaven to share your love with.
This story is a good example of where I got the title for my blog. I wish everyday to be the person my dog thinks I am. Or in this instance the person Blue thinks I am.