What can you say when you lose a companion that’s been by your side for 12-years? That every time you think about the first time you met, your heart still skips a beat. Shelby is gone. It’s been a week - Saturday April 4th - yet I’m still unable to put in words the depth of the loss I feel. His was a peaceful passing. The vet – Dr. Keefe - was wonderful. He put a blanket on the lawn outside his office. We - me, Carol Powell, Dr. Keefe and the vet tech - sat on the blanket around Shelby to say our final good-byes. When I was ready Dr. Keefe administered the sedative and then the lethal dose. My waggy-tail little boy went peacefully. I didn't want him to suffer. He looked at me earlier that morning; his eyes told me he was ready.
Shelby was diagnosed with lymphoma located in his stomach on Saturday October 11, 2008. He survived almost six months to the day. I immediately started him on chemotherapy. The purpose of canine chemo treatments is to preserve their quality of life – not necessarily to cure it. Shelby was going through the treatments with flying colors until Friday two weeks ago when he stopped eating. Then last Thursday he stopped walking. The vet believes the cancer metastasized to his bones.
Thank God I have Rudy. Without him, I would be a basket case. Rudy’s not a love-sponge – a momma’s boy like Shelby. But I can tell he misses his older brother. He seems to stay close all the time.
In 2002 I wrote a short piece that appeared in the Burlington County Times about the first time I met Shelby. Here’s an excerpt:
“…I was a pathetic soul that summer of 1997. In June of that year, my beloved bearded collie-mix, Sancho, died from cancer. For weeks I made weekend trips to the Lawrenceville Pets Mart just to smell dog smells, to see other dog lovers, and to show pictures of Sancho to anyone who appeared remotely interested…On one of my many Pets Mart visits that summer, I was told there were volunteers from a golden-retriever rescue in the store…I talked for two hours to the ladies and their dogs from the Delaware Golden Retriever Rescue. I decided I would adopt a golden…The application process was thorough…I will never forget when I got the call in September. There was a match with a 14-month-old blond golden male named Shelby. I was told I would be his third owner. Of course, I was concerned. I thought, ‘Why has this dog been rejected twice?’ I arranged to visit the foster home to meet Shelby. The plan was to stay for a few hours to make a determination whether he was right for me. I will never forget when I walked up to the screen door, peered through and saw at the top of the steps the cutest golden. I remember thinking, “Oh Lord! I hope that’s my Shelby!’ And it was. He ran down the steps, and when the door was opened, he greeted me with lots of puppy kisses…Two years after getting Shelby, I adopted another golden, this time a 15-month-old reddish-brown male I renamed Rudy…I often look at Shelby and Rudy wondering how people could give them up. But I am grateful they did.”
And despite the heartache from my loss, I’m blessed I had Shelby in my life.
“Death ends a life, not a relationship.”
* Shelby's birth date is unknown so we celebrated our birthdays together - I know he is a Gemini!

One of the last pictures taken of Shelby and me on April 4th

Nov '08 - Shelby resting in one of his favorite spots, the kitchen

Fall'08 - Shelby enjoying one of his many bones in his backyard