
This is cathartic for me I guess. Not that easy to do given the close proximity to the “event” which I’m speaking of, but still something good for me (I think), and something I should just express. I’m speaking about my choice to “put down” my 11 year old Chocolate Labrador Java, and now writing about her.
I’m not that “sentimental” of a pet person, although I’ve always had dogs as pets my whole life. I grew up with dogs, and always took interest in taking good care of them and training them well. All of my dogs have been of varying quality in both behavior and performance (intelligence, well-composed, affectionate, home protector, loyal, and a hunter). In all of the dogs I’ve had and worked with, none have been able to muster a high-degree in all of the criteria I’ve outlined. That’s not bad, just that I expect a lot from a dog, and most fell a little short. That’s not to say that I didn’t love my dogs – I always love my dogs and treat them well. I just realize that coming across a dog that can achieve all from my demanding list in not at all common.
Java was a dog that met all the criteria, and with the odds against her. She was a rescue from a broken home, and was obviously mistreated – at least verbally (yelled out frequently I know, and I suspect hit on occasion). She cowered quickly when anyone raised their voice, and she did anything in her power to get out of the room. But over time, with a lot of love and confidence building, she rebounded from the fear she experienced and began to respond to affection, as well as not cower when voices were raised in the home. I believe she recovered because of her high intelligence – especially for a dog. How many dogs can learn how to stop, then carry a full plate of food without spilling it, back over to the rug under the sink where it no longer slides across the ceramic floor? She would do the same on the deck outside, picking the plate up from the edge and returning it to a same location in the middle of the deck where she could complete the meal. Just one quick example of a higher-order canine.
Along with her intelligence, she never once displayed anger at any one of my 4 kids or others, attacked another dog, or disobeyed my command. If I called her, she came – no matter what. She retrieved from the woods and any body of water no matter how cold or tired she was (she is a Lab after all), and was not a bit gun-shy. She was loyal to the core, and never moved from the floor by my side throughout my tribulations of back surgery and the aftermath. She ran with me by my side for miles, never with a leash, and kept one eye on me at all times. Her best feature was her protective nature, barking only when necessary, as if knowing that too much barking would annoy me, and too little would have no affect on the perceived threat outside our home. How she could discern the subtle difference I’ll never know, but she struck the balance well, and was the best home-protection dog you could witness. She made her presence known, and never with violence.
I put her to sleep yesterday, after her short and painful battle with cancer. She survived a bout with the Parvovirus a year ago, a virus which killed several dogs in the vicinity. But the cancer was too much for her. Going against every voice inside telling me she can fight on, I made the painful choice to put her to sleep. How much pain must she endure just to satisfy my need to have her around? She would have fought – she was a fighter and extremely strong. But it was my selfishness and fear of loosing her that had to be tamed this time around. And so she’s gone.
Perhaps one day I’ll find another dog with such superior qualities. I doubt it though.