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- His gorilla head.
- His ridiculously long legs.
- The whites of his eyes and how they look like diamonds when he looks at me a certain way.
- How even though he has slept on the bed for 51/2 years he never just jumps up. He waits and waits and stares and stares until we invite him up. Every single time.
- How in the morning he backs into me so I will scratch his big hairy bum.
- How he closes his eyes when I massage his shoulders.
- How he thinks when I’m drying him off that I’m trying to rub his bum so he backs into me again because he thinks this is a big game.
- How he falls onto grass from a complete standing position onto his back and rolls and rolls and rolls around.
- How when we’re at our most tired he picks up the ball and heaves it across the room at us to make us play with him.
- How he lets me spoon and fawn over him endlessly.
- How he tries to sit on my head when I’m stretching.
- How he sits on my legs.
- How he loved having me pick him up all the time when he was little.
- How he never returns the ball ever unless you say SIT six times then he spits it out at you and walks away.
- How he only catches the ball if he feels like it .
- His big skinny gangly legs in the water when he swims.
- How he loves me more than anything else.
- How he loves Dave.
- How he is an unabashed sissy.
- How he doesn’t just love anybody.
- How trusting he is.
- How he is our best friend in every way.
- How he loves snow and runs around like crazy in it.
- How he runs in crazy circles, stops suddenly looks at you with his gorilla head and then starts all over again.
- His love of jumping into tall grass.
- How he adventures but only ever with Dave.
- His soul.
- His heart.
- His unconditional friendship.
- How when he’s feeling unsure he gives you his paw.
- How he likes to talk and talk and talk.
- How he wags his tail in the gurney even as he is being rushed into his fourth surgery.
- How everyone in ICU stops by and gives him kisses.
- How he never growls or gets mean even with caregivers who are constantly prodding him with needles, IV’s and drugs.
- How he gathers our smelly socks and t-shirts and uses them to build his nest.
- How he fusses over his nest until it’s just perfect.
- How he arranges my t-shirts even in ICU so all the nursing staff talk about how he lies on the shirts or makes a pillow with them.
- How he loves to race Dave when they’re swimming making his gangle legs go even faster.
- The look of determination when he’s racing Dave.
- How he never tires of the game he and Dave play each and every time they leave the house that always results in Reub belting down the hall at full speed looking back wildly to make sure Dave’s coming.
- How he wags his tail when he knows we’re going to the car.
- How he much prefers to be driven than walked.
- Did I mention his heart? I love his big big heart and his old soul.
- I was only going to write 10 things I love about Reub but it’s impossible to stop once you get going.
Tessa: When I met our dog Reuben 51/2 years ago he was 10 weeks old. For the first week I had him I felt shock at the awesome responsibility I had undertaken and wondered if I should take him back. Every moment we spent together I realized how much he was in his own invincible way changing me and my life. I was single, working at a more than full time job and never home. Getting a dog didn’t fit my lifestyle at all.
But the moment I laid eyes on him I felt a really strong emotion. I knew that even though he was making my life difficult in a way I had never experienced before that I could never give him up. So for two years we hung out together. I stopped going out as much, and hung out at home with him mostly. Sometimes we’d go running or to the beach but mainly I just loved him. That’s the funny thing about animals. As much as they love you unconditionally I found that he made me feel something I had never felt before either. Unconditional love. I guess it’s like having your heart grow and stretched in ways you had never imagined. That’s just one of the things he has done for me.
When I met Dave, Reuben and I had been alone together for two years. He wasn’t that into Dave when they first met and he’s not the kind of dog to easily fork over affection or devotion. He makes you work for it. And Dave did. In the beginning he always gave me and Reuben our space to work things out. But slowly Dave would take him out to play or goof around with him, teach him tricks, go exploring. After a about a year of this Reuben finally thought he was cool enough to get in on his side of the car. When I was away from home he stopped sitting by the window to wait for me. He’d go hang with Dave. At around the same time I think Dave started to feel the love for Reub. Theirs was definitely a slow grow.
Reub and I couldn’t have found a better person to be a family with. While I coddle and fuss over Reub,Dave rough houses, plays and adventures. Reub has learned how to have fun and really be a dog with Dave. I turned him into a sissy but Dave has helped him become a more playful, normal and happy dog.
Although our approaches are different, what’s not different is our fierce love and devotion to Reub. I know there are a lot of loved dogs out there but I would put Reub at the very peak of that list of loved dogs.
Last we updated you Reuben was in surgery for having eaten a bunch of wood. Last Thursday we rushed him to emergency where he had his second surgery. Today we brought him to Canada-West Veterinary Group, the best critical care facility in Western Canada. Right now he is in his third surgery. I don’t believe in god, I don’t believe in anything so I’m not sure what I’m hoping to achieve when I’m lying in bed at night navigating my heart and my head between hope and despair. But I’m thinking of him as hard as I can because I’m not ready to say goodbye to our best friend. I don’t think he is ready either.