A Mama’s Dog

So, like Ron watched Lucca, we have watched Bandit struggle. But he still has the same bright little black eyes, the same pug nose. He still smiles when you call his name and hobbles over to get some love. He still has a good appetite. He still gets excited when I play the “tug the towel” game he loves so much, though he can’t hold on like he used to. He has his good days and his not so good days.

We’ve all been reluctant to think about what comes next, let alone talk about it. I’ve been thinking that, like Ron, one day it will just seem like the right time. I’ll get that look from Bandit that will tell me it’s OK.

Hasn’t happened yet. I guess there will come a time when it does. But as long as he’s here, a part of my mom is here. So, not today … not today.

Randy Gaddo, a retired Marine, is Director of Leisure Services (parks, recreation, library) in Peachtree City, Ga. Contact him at (770) 631-2542 or e-mail dls@peachtree-city.org

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One comment on “A Mama’s Dog

  1. Barb Burkholder on said:

    Made me cry. I think any dog lover can relate to this story. I had a German Shepherd that watched over my Dad when he was dying of cancer. I moved back home after college to help my Mom tend to Dad’s needs. My Mother never allowed us to have dogs, because we had 5 kids in our family. The deal was, if I come home to live, Greta comes with me. Greta loved my Dad and took care of him when he fell out of bed one night. She licked the blood off of his forehead and pulled the blanket off the hospital bed and used herself as his pillow till we found him in the middle of the night. She too barked and when we finally got up, we couldn’t believe her devotion to our Dad. That dog will forever live on as Super Dog Greta!

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