After reading Wear The Fox Hat’s announcement of a new Millie and member of the Dog Pic Thread you’d expect another post coming from our Millie beginning with her usual sign-on:
“Oh, high everybody, it’s me again…Millie!”
Millie’s fondness of the Dog Pic Thread showed with her many posts as she worked so hard learning to log in [under my name…sorry mods] posting updates and comments on her many friends’ pictures. Unfortunately she will no longer be able to do so.
Millie passed away quietly early morning this past Saturday.
Millie’s manner of passing exampled her way of life by never once complaining or giving those she loved any unnecessary grief. Betsy’s Dad found her waiting in the same position he sees her each morning before their walk and in such a peaceful pose that he thought [hoped] she was still asleep. So typical of Millie to soften any blow for him.
Millie was 15 and lived a very good life giving more love than a family’s return of that love all added. While her body began to break down her spirit certainly did not falter and I really believed she could sense that awful discrepancy. Not doing all the things she was once physically and exceptionally capable of caused her concern pleasing the family…of course all part of the high expectations she set for herself each day. I also think the visit Betsy and I had planned to see her in just a couple of weeks was weighing heavily with her as she so enjoyed our time of walks, tennis ball chasing, squirrel hunting as well as Moose & Black Bear tactical avoidance training. She just couldn’t muster it with the more frequent naps and poor hips…and in her mind I’m sure a huge disappointment in letting us down. I wish we could have given her a hug and told her otherwise.
We learned of Millie’s passing 15 minutes before we met over a dozen Epic Bears at Vail’s chair 8. Betsy’s Dad thought otherwise to delay the call but I think Millie somehow influenced the right decision. I knew immediately when I saw Betsy on the phone. What a good dog…how Millie knew to have a day surrounding Betsy and me with friends providing sympathy as well as the joy in sharing turns on a mountain…well again, typical Millie to better serve us. Everyone was wonderful in making the day joyous as did Millie while in her company. In particular, I’d like to thank Finndog and Philpug for their remarkable sensitivity as they would often take Betsy aside and all share stories of their beloved dogs.
I'm convinced that Millie sent a couple of messages I now believe prepared us unknowingly for her passing. That Friday evening we arrived to the Vail Condo before our Saturday ski with the Epic Bears when as soon as I opened my door there were two labs tail thwacking my door as it opened wide looking at me with the same excitement and expression that Millie would. One lab was Black and had the same large head and those puppy paws that were never fully grown into. The other lab was white…as Betsy exclaimed "look Don an Angel lab". The dog’s owner allowed them both to escort us up the stairs to our landing and doorway. All we could do was to pet and love those big hearted loving lugs while talking about how we’d soon be seeing Millie. Absolutely strange that experience as we’ve never seen that condo owner or his dogs before…what else do we conclude than a special touch from Millie?
Millie was laid to rest near the long driveway she’d keenly watch whenever Betsy’s Dad happen to be returning from a quick trip to the hardware store where there’d be no room left in the SUV. Seldom would be that occurrence in her youth as Millie could always find ways to squeeze into any space just to be near her best friend. She’ll now understand he’ll leave alone in the SUV but nevertheless forever happy to see him return.
Millie also has a view of the ocean, a favorite spot for her during the heat of summer and where the expression “salty dog” best described her coat after a swim. Once seeing her unable to make it safely down the beach front where several tentative first paw attempts were pulled back was obviously a disappointment for her. Nevertheless, she’d not complain but rather find a cool earth spot around back…but with her eyes a bit dimmer missing that ocean view. Not anymore Millie.
With love for our big headed girl...
Originally Posted by DonDenver
Hi again everyone…it’s me, Millie!
It’s my 14th Birthday and I wanted to give a shout out to all my friends
Well, I’m starting to feel my age a bit more. My hips hurt and I can’t do many of the things I once took for granted. Winter is particularly hard on my joints as I walked about the loop:
But it's okay…I'm cool with my age...I still have a huge heart, a big head that everyone loves to pat, and apparently my paws betray my age and have many meeting me for the first time think that I’m still a puppy growing into them…I dig that:
As I told these youngsters not long ago; It’s not the chase…it’s the love that keeps you going [sorry, they think I'm a Rock Star]:
I do find it’s important to try new things to keep you young, like whistling…pffff….pppffpfff…pzfufffpp. Okay..I accept difficult challenges and I’m still working on it :
Yup, back in the day I was pleased that a girl like me [I'm on the right] could kick this guys butt chasing down the tennis ball:
I also miss, when I was much younger, the thrill of the rodent chase [but never catching as them...they taste terrible] …topping it off with a long swim in the cool ocean:
I do sometimes think about the good old days when I could hear a bit better and was more alert to the sound of tennis balls bouncing or that damn squirrel moving around the yard. But I've got experience to offset all that age related stuff. And besides, in my mind I'm still youthfull and love my family more each day:
[thanks everyone for you wonderful thoughts for my family]Edited by DonDenver - 4/21/10 at 3:06pm