Today we said good-bye to a member of our family. Our beloved 11.5-year-old Bullmastiff, Greta had to be put to sleep today.
She came to us many years ago. I had two young kids and I wanted a low maintenance dog who would be good with children. Greta was all of that but she was so much more. She was a tiny puppy who became a larger-than-life companion.
Riley was 6 and Peyton was 1 when we brought Greta home.. Peyton has no memories of life without Greta and Riley has few. We got her from Goldbars Kennel in Holyoke, CO.
Peyton and Greta really grew up together. Greta quickly demonstrated that she had the patience of a saint. She also LOVED children. She loved everyone, but she had a special place in her heart for kids. We could not walk by a playground without her tail practically wagging off of her body. She would give kisses that would completely drench a child’s face. This was either met with amusement or horror.
Greta sometimes (Ok, often) got into mischief. Her appetite was legendary. At the age of 8 months, she ate the side of our love seat. As she got older, she ate tennis balls, packages of balloons, Peyton’s tooth that was packaged for the tooth fairy, children’s vitamins that contained iron (she had to get her stomach pumped), a tampon, Peyton’s birthday cake, an easter basket full of candy, multiple barbie dolls, an avocado seed, plastic bags, silly band bracelets (rainbow poop as evidence), entire loaves of bread, my friend’s tooth-brush, headphones, and part of the kitchen floor among other things. When she first started eating random objects, I used to panic and call the emergency vet. After hearing several times, “Due to her size, she should pass that OK”, I learned to relax a bit. She was honestly very lucky to survive her culinary adventures.
But when I think of Greta, I think of that stuff with a wistful smile. I remember her for being a gentle giant who was always full of love. Despite her large size, she had a sweet and loving disposition. She was welcoming of everyone who came to our home. She loved my children. She adored their friends.
She has helped me raise my kids over these last 11.5 years. She helped me when I mourned the loss of our German Shepherd, Klondike, and my cat, Tribble. When I was diagnosed with cancer, she was a source of constant love, comfort and companionship. She was always up for snuggling on the couch or my bed. During my treatments, she started showing real signs of age and wear and tear. I prayed to God that she would survive until I at least finished treatments. She did. She was sometimes naughty, but she was truly an amazingly good and special girl.
These last couple of weeks, she starting showing significant distress. We tried a few treatments, but the reality is that she was a big girl who had outlived her projected life span. Most Bullmastiffs do not make it to over 11. She could no longer get out to go to the bathroom, among other issues, and we knew it was time. We said goodbye to her this morning. We surrounded her and told her we loved her. The girls cradled her giant head in their laps and we eased her way across to the Rainbow Bridge. As sad as this is for all of us, I am grateful that we could ease her very obvious suffering. I know that during her last night in our home, she was so ill that Steve and I would have done anything to take away her pain.
For now, there are many tears and the emotional toll is hell, but ultimately it is all worth it in the end. That’s part of the bargain when you love a dog: You know that you will have to say good-bye much too soon. It seems so strange that all of the creatures that inhabited our home, our hearts and our lives early on in our marriage are now all gone. It feels like the end of an era in many ways. The little six-year-old girl who carried Greta in her arms all of those years ago will be 18 in days. The other little girl is on the cusp of being a teenager. In many ways, it feels like a lifetime ago that we brought her home.
We loved Greta so deeply but, more than anything, we were so lucky to be loved by our Greta. Our hearts, our arms and our laps are currently empty but I know that, with time, our memories will become more of a source of comfort and less of a source of tears.