Wheaton got bit by another dog from the campground on Monday, October 4th. It was severe and he has succumbed to the injuries.
He died in the wee hours of the morning of October 5th…..at home. In bed with his Momma and his Daisy he passed in his sleep.
I don’t know if it was a complication from the surgery or if it was that his little body just couldn’t handle the shock of it all. I don’t know.. I was told he would be ok and that he could come home. For Wheatie’s sake, his final hours were at least at home where he felt safe and loved. He wasn’t alone & scared in a kennel at a vet clinic. My poor sweet baby boy. This is so hard.
I was going to write all about the incident but that doesn’t bring him back or honour his beautiful (almost) 7 years with us. And he deserves a glowing tribute.
He was the best little goofball and he made me laugh every day.
He came to us a broken mess. He had never felt love, or kindness, or safe. His old life was a life of puppy mill hell. Abuse, neglect, illness….he was just a commodity to them and when those bastards were done with him – after 4 years of using him to make puppies for their profit, he was put up for auction. He was worth $10 to them. But there was something in his sad little face and his big brown eyes that made the gals from a little Winnipeg dog rescue group add him to their list of dogs they would bid on to get them out of this cycle of mill life. That’s what these auctions are, just a trickle down one puppy mill dumping their “stock” for an even worse puppy mill to pick up stock for cheap. And those that don’t get sold off will get shot behind the barn after the auction. Those gals from our rescue got their bid and saved his life.
If you’ve followed since the beginning you know how I saw him on the rescue’s Facebook page and fell in love. Our 24 hour pre adoption test visit was November 9th, 2014. It was love at first sight for me. For Wheaton it was love at first sight when he saw Daisy. That was our “gotcha day” so it became his “re” birthday.
People thought I was crazy taking on a 4 year old “damaged” rescue case. But he was meant to be our boy and we loved him every single day for almost 7 years.
Anyone lucky enough to get to know the real Wheatie, behind the anxiety and skittishness, fell in love with his kind silly soul.
I will miss his hugs. He was my huggy boy. We had our own special “Momma and Wheatie” cuddle time every day….he would tell me it was time by putting his paw on my arm. I would say “do you need a cuddle!” And he’d wiggle his little bum as a yes. I would open my arms and he’d come in for hugs. His paws on my shoulder and his little face in the crook of my neck. Sometimes 15 minutes of just hugging like this, sometimes he’d slide down and curl up between my arm and my body with his chin resting on my shoulder. I would know he was comfy and settled once he gave his little sign and I could feel him completely let go and relax all his little muscles.
He was my comedy relief. He did silly things that made me laugh every day. His “happy” dance. His game of “the floor is lava”. His sneaky stealth like ways of trying to eat Daisy’s left over food. His not so subtle “here’s my butt, wanna scratch it” way of asking for pets! And more. He was just the best little guy.
He was my little energy worker/healer. When my mum died and I was struggling and at my worst he would lay across my chest, his heart to my heart and he would just stay like that, no encouragement, he just knew my heart was broken and I needed his love. He would physically push his back against my back in bed like he was letting me know I was supported. He healed me with his love just as I healed him with my love years ago. He was a magical healing dog.
He fell right into this life just as if it was meant to be. Camping, hiking, long car rides, coming to work, none of this was familiar but he took to camping and hiking like a natural! He loved car rides buckled in beside his Daisy, wanting me to roll the window down at every stop so he could stand up and look out the window – often entertaining the person in the car next to us with his “pop up” smile happy Wheatie face! He was my happy boy.
And Daisy. Oh my goodness he loved his Daisy! From the minute he came out of that kennel in my kitchen to meet us and his tail gave a wiggle when Daisy came to sniff him, it was love. He was devoted to her.
They played with each other, running and chasing and barking at each other. I’ll never forget coming home one day, about 3 weeks into him being with us, and there they were, curled up together in the dog bed for the first time! He had to be in her space all the time! Even if she took up the whole dog bed he’d stealth-fully back his butt up until he was just a few inches into the bed, 3/4 of him still laying on the floor. Anything to just be next to her. Her fierce protector right to the end. He was such a wonderful little brother and best friend to her.
I can’t even begin to express how much of an impact you had in my life. You taught me to be way more patient. You taught me even more about unconditional love. You will be missed my beautiful Wheatie boy. You changed my whole life and I will miss you every day for the rest of my life.
Thank you for blessing me and choosing me to be your momma.
Momma loves you.
Thank you to our readers. You’ve followed Wheaton’s story and the support was wonderful.
This is where we leave you.
Please, in memory of Wheaton, give rescues a chance. Adopt don’t shop. And always hug your dog a little more.
In love and in kindness.