I’m very sad to say that we lost Apollo on Saturday. He was almost 12.
I was away for the weekend at roller derby boot camp. The big fella had the poopers with him doing our usual Saturday errands. This includes a visit to the pet store for cookies and pets, a walk in the sketchy park with all its intriguing smells and sights, and a visit at my mom and dad’s.
Apollo had given his usual “gallump” around their back yard when his hind legs slipped out and he stumbled. He collapsed and the big fella rushed to his side. He had time to cradle him in his lap and hold his head as Apollo’s heart simply gave out.
The big fella decided to not tell me until I returned home Sunday night. I am absolutely devastated and have spent the time since then alternating from disbelief to shock to intense sorrow. My big, beautiful white-haired gentleman from Colorado is gone. 😦
I love this photo of them, taken on Sabrina’s last holiday:
Lately, I had been working on a greyhound hat for the upcoming picnic:
Such a big goofball. and the side view:
and the last photo I took of him:
Ava has been lost without him. She has wandered around the house looking for him. She will sit up and whine, so I go and hug her and scritch her belly and tell her it’s okay. Poor wee girl.
My dear Ande on Friday had to say goodbye to her Sarah after a long, wonderful life of 13 years. I was crying over that loss Friday night and feeling so bad for her and Jim. I like to think that Apollo and Sarah met at the bridge, then raced over to find Sabrina and Monk and they four of them are rooing it up (and in Sabrina’s case, chasing Monk).
That was from our vacation in 2010. That’s Sabrina’s little paw in the forefront beside me on the couch.
I’m still raw. We went to derby practice last night and I got really teary eyed a few times. It was good to work out and think of something other than Apollo, but once we were done, the sorrow returned.
You ran a good race, my handsome boy. Kid’s Apollo, 8 December 2000 – 1 September 2012.