Yesterday was a hard day. We said goodbye to our beloved corgi after 13 years of love and craziness.
Over the last year, he’s had bladder control issues. Poor baby. No pain. No suffering, just succumbing to old age.
Over the last month, he’s slowed down, slept more than awake and was having trouble getting up due to his back legs slipping out from beneath him.
In the craziness of finding another place to live, we thought he’d be with us for a while longer. Three days ago, he stopped eating, then just went to sleep Saturday evening and never woke up.
Tippy was a gift from a friend we knew who begged my son’s father to let him have the puppy. He was a tiny, little puppy and we were told he was a “Jack Russell”. The funny thing is, his ears gave him away. Our vet took one look at him and informed us that he was most definitely was not; but a Welsh Cardigan Corgi. (He has a tail)
My son, a 5 year old who had wanted his own puppy and not share his mom’s 3 poms, delighted in the fact that we had gotten him his own dog. As time went on, the two became thick as thieves. The love they shared was beautiful. They slept together up until a few years ago when Tippy began having trouble getting up into the bed, so he then slept under the bed.
Tippy was smart. He liked to make you think he was dumb; but he wasn’t. He’d watch closely all we’d do and then figure out ways to get himself into trouble with his new found knowledge. He was a master escape artist when the mood hit him. A major beggar when he really wanted something and patient with the little dogs.
When we first brought him home, my female pom took him under her wing. She showed him the ropes, treated him like her own pup and nurtured him into believing he was a tiny Pomeranian lapdog, just like the other 3. At around 30lbs, he was not easy on the lap; but definitely well loved. She was the ultimate mommy to all the pups and loved them all. She even treated my son like her own when he was a baby and loved to play with him, so Tippy was just another pup for her to raise.
As a matter of fact, Tippy loved her so much, that when she slowed down and finally passed in 2007, he stayed right by her side until the end. It was sweet and a treasured memory for sure.
Time has been short; but full of love. The 13 years we had him was not long enough; but it was full of love. He had a good life with us. He will be missed.
The hardest part for us was the burial. My son had to do it on his own. I’m not strong enough. I tried to help; but due to my illness, I was useless. Our little girl offered us both comfort when we were crying. She heard my son in the bathroom last night and wouldn’t leave until he came out and she could love on him. She’s amazing. My pommy boy went to Tippy before we wrapped him up and licked him goodbye. He’s known Tippy his entire life and they were fast friends.
I’m not sure how or if they’ll mourn like we do; but I know that we’ll all do it together and we’ll all get through it one day at a time.
Until we meet again at the rainbow bridge, Tippy.