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How do you say goodbye to faithful dog who was your first family member?

"It’s just that the gray hair around his muzzle now matches the hair along my temples and the silver shining out the sides of my husband’s hat, hair that reminds me we’re not those kids anymore," Jessie Veeder writes. Special to The Forum1 / 2
Jessie Veeder, Coming Home columnist2 / 2

It's always a rainy day for this kind of news.

But if the sun happens to be shining when you hear it, standing in the vet's office bouncing your fussy baby while your big-hearted old dog waits for you on a blanket in the back of your car, well you'd just resent it's hopeful rays anyway.

It was the coughing and wheezing on our walk that weekend that found me and my old companion looking at one another wondering how I was going to get his tired and stiff 110-pound body hoisted up into the back of my SUV without killing us both.

But turns out, it's not those old bones that are killing him, it's that big 'ol heart. At least that's what I heard the vet say, words I knew were coming despite my hope for something that might return him to the days when I would open the back hatch of my little Saturn and he'd leap in, sleek and slobbery and hoping for a trip to the lake.

And it's not that I didn't know this was coming.

Nearly 12 years alive for a chocolate Lab is what you can expect. It's just that the gray hair around his muzzle now matches the hair along my temples and the silver shining out the sides of my husband's hat; hair that reminds me we're not those kids anymore, freshly married with a world of plans and time in front of us and a new puppy peeing in the house and chewing on our shoelaces and soaking up the extra love and affection and time spilling out of us.

And now we're in the thick of it, wiping butts and noses, raising careers and cattle and sometimes passing each other like ships in the night. And sometime between then and now our puppy with an affinity for sticks too large for him to carry turned into an old dog getting ready to leave us.

I swallowed that lump in my throat at least a dozen times while I waited to pay for the prescription medication that might make him comfortable and keep him here with us a little longer.

I put the baby in the car and his big old muzzle leaned on the seat, breathing heavily over her as she closed her eyes to sleep and I closed mine to cry, that dog's life story unwinding in my head and all tangled up in the lifespan of our marriage.

He was our first family member and the one constant in a life together that has often felt as overwhelming as it has wonderful.

The moves, the renovations, the family plans broken, the slamming doors, the celebratory hugs, the pheasant hunts and long walks, the dozens of songs, the sleepless nights, the pregnancies, the babies — he's helped bring us here and has always welcomed us home.

This morning I'll give him his pills tucked up in a hot dog, scratch his belly and let him out to sit in the sun that's shining today, giving us hope for a little more time before we have to figure out how to live without him.

Jessie Veeder is a musician and writer living with her husband and daughters on a ranch near Watford City, N.D. She blogs at https://veederranch.com. Readers can reach her at jessieveeder@gmail.com.

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