Rubee is the matriarch of our dog pack.
She had 38 puppies for us.
Puppies that have gone on to be the best companions, better than their families could have dreamed of.
She was the best dog mom... ever!
She taught her kids how to behave during the holiday mayem
Rubee was always helpful with whatever dogs we had here. Helping them to learn how to be a well mannered dog.
Rubee has loved Angela.
Rubee is Dean's dog.
Always by his side. Loyal. No matter what, she was there for him. She was there when his previous wife, Fae, passed away from breast cancer. She came along with him to my house when he and I first met.
Rubee is 9 1/2 years old now, and she is very sick. I've known in my gut for several months that there was something happening to her. Inside. Where we couldn't see it. I just knew because she told me she was feeling different.
A few days ago she came over to talk to me. Insistent. I scratched her nose like I always do, and noticed that she was breathing heavy. She didn't seem stressed at all, just breathing....a little different....
Three days ago she only ate about 1/2 her food. Rubee always eats. Yesterday she didn't eat anything. Last night she wanted to stay in the basement, and when Dean tried to coax her up the stairs to come to bed, she had a hard time.
Dean brought Rubee to the vet today.
He called me in tears.
Rubee is sick.
He left her there while they did some tests, and the kids and I went to pick her up. And I had to make a decision I wasn't prepared to have to make today.
She has a tumor in her heart. She is tired.
Tomorrow we will have to say goodbye to Rubee. Our beloved, faithful Rubee.
Please say a prayer for Rubee. And for Dean. And Angela. and Axel who doesn't understand why we're all crying. And me.