{ Gunther with all of us in 2007 }
January in Wisconsin is usually so cold you can throw boiling water into the air and watch it freeze before it hits the ground. But this past week the weather was unusually warm, with temperatures reaching into the 50s.
Meteorologists would probably say the balmy temps were caused by el Nino or something like that.
But I believe that the heavens themselves created a sanctuary for our beautiful boy, Gunther, to soak up all the warmth and sunlight his failing body could desire. God couldn’t give Gunther a new liver but He gave him one more spring. Right in the middle of winter.
Is it any surprise that God would do that for a dog who gave so much?
As someone who met her future husband at a party more than 1,000 miles from home and has a daughter from China, I’ve long been a believer in the Red Thread theory. According to the theory, an invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break.
The way Gunther came into our lives only makes me believe it more.
We were in the process of adopting Lily and the last thing I was thinking about was getting a dog. Tim and I had rescued a beagle named Molly the first year we were married. She was a sweet girl and when she passed away we missed her, but she was such a handful that I couldn’t imagine taking on another dog with three young children and plans to adopt a fourth.
But then one day in October 2004 everything changed. We were supposed to meet my friend Patti and her kids at the Children’s Museum, but she called that morning to say there was a stray dog hanging out in the yard with their German shorthaired pointer, Eddie. Some people might’ve gone on with their day and not worried about a stray dog. But Patti’s the type who volunteers at animal shelters and she wanted to make sure he was okay.
What kind of dog is it? I asked.
Golden retriever, Patti said.
Huh. I’ve always wanted a golden retriever.
I know, she said.
Maybe we’ll just come over and look at him, I said.
He was skinny and muddy. A complete mess. But when our eyes met, something clicked. I offered to bring him home with us. I called Tim on the way and asked him to meet me in the parking lot at his office to check out this dog. I don’t know that Tim was very impressed by the scraggly creature sitting in the front seat. But the brown eyes and wagging tail must’ve worked on Tim, too, because all he said was, “I’m not opposed to the idea of having a dog.” I took that as a “yes.”
We went through the proper channels and had him scanned for a microchip and checked all the missing dog reports. But finally, the director at the local Humane Society gave us her blessing and Gunther officially became part of the family.
{ Gunther getting a bath his first night with us. }
If I had to make a living writing about Gunther’s misbehavior, a la Marley, we’d be broke. The truth is that Gunther behaved better than the rest of us put together. On the rare occasions when he did something he wasn’t supposed to, it was because of a lack of communication.
Like the time he ate an entire pumpkin pie his first Thanksgiving with us. I scolded him and he was abashed, but not very. No one had told him not to eat the pie. So I explained the rules and he never did it again.
That’s how it worked with him. He was so smart. And so patient. The kids—and Tim—could do anything to him and he’d eat it up.
What Gunther loved most in life, besides his people, was going for long walks in the woods behind the house. He would hurl himself into the river and splash around, grinning crazily. He loved chasing lacrosse balls, too. Every morning while the kids waited for the bus, Tim would throw balls with his lacrosse stick and Gunther would chase them down.
Even yesterday when he barely had enough strength to stand, he tried to run after his ball. My heart leapt, thinking that maybe he had more life left in him after all. But he curled up on his bed and didn’t get up again after that. Dr. Brown came to the house and helped him, and us, take that final step, and then he was gone.
As hard as yesterday was—and it was so, so hard—I knew today and the days to come would be even harder. I dreaded the moment when everyone would leave and it would just be me alone in the house. I miss hearing the thump every time he’d drop down at my feet. I’m afraid of how much it’ll hurt the first time we come home and he’s not there to meet us at the door.
But as much as it hurts right now, I’m more afraid of it not hurting. I have his collar and tags in my pocket and I keep reaching in to feel their weight in my hand. The little jingling sound is painful, but it’s all I have to hold onto right now. I know that some day I won’t need that and the thought feels so cold and disloyal. I want Gunther—and the whole universe—to know that he was loved and that he mattered. I don’t ever want to forget him.
I know I’m not alone and that helps. So many of you have shared your stories of painful goodbyes with the dogs and cats you’ve loved. I’m glad to be part of this special group that loves so fully even though we know it won’t last nearly as long as we want it to.
As I look back over the years Gunther was with us, I can’t help but believe his presence in our lives was on purpose. We’ve been through some tough stuff, but he was right there with us through it all, a loving and reassuring presence. He was an angel watching over Lily as she left the only world she knew to come be part of our family. He made me want to be a better person, and I hope with all my heart he’s still here somehow to help me try to be as patient and generous as he was.
The spring-like days in the middle of January were a gift, and when the arctic winds started to blow in from the north yesterday it felt like we were gently being told it was time to let Gunther go. When the snow began to fall, it felt like a benediction.
Goodbye, Gunther. We will miss you.
Patti says
Oh, Shannon, I am so sorry to get this news that I figured was inevitable, but was, of course, hoping for a miraculous recovery. We will never forget Gunther- he will always be missed. All pets are special, but some are uniquely suited to being your companion. Gunther & your family were lucky to have each other.
grandpa jeff says
What a beautiful tribute and wonderful photos. Amazingly brilliant of you to recognize this special, extra, spring …. must have been just for Gunther and he sure made good use of it. Now, winter has moved in. No doubt, all of you have great memories of him, who wouldn’t? Good luck and enjoy those memories, love, grandpa jeff.
Pam says
Shannon, thanks for sharing your story of Gunther, I sat and cryed while reading it. It brings back so many memories of all our past animals. I am sooo glad you, your family and Gunther had that time together. I truly believe it when you said he was an angel for your daughter! I am a friend of Patti’s and she allowed me to read your blog… Love and Hugs,
Pam
Stephanie says
So sorry, Shannon. What a great dog Gunther was. You have so many lovely memories of him. Big hug.
Debbie says
So sorry for you and your family’s loss Shannon. It is so hard to loss such a loving family member! This brings tears to my eyes and memories of our own loss from 3 years ago. They may be gone, but never forgotten! Until we meet again at Rainbow Bridge!
Sandy says
Shannon, I’m so sorry for your family’s loss. Tears streamed down as I read your story as it reminded me of losing our Guinness two years ago. They truly never leave our hearts. The major differrence when you lose a dog with kids is you have to help them work through the grief while having your own emotions as well. It’s tough but I’m sure he’s chasing the lacrosse balls! Btw if you haven’t read the childrens book dog heaven, worth a read. Hang in there.
Marilyn says
Of course there are no words, so just know that my thoughts are with you.
Gwen says
Oh Shannon… this post made me tear up. Your words so beautiful, so touching, so close-to-home. That is by far the most difficult thing about having a dog — that we will outlive them. That at some point, we have to say goodbye to them. That we have to make that incredibly difficult decision to let them go, when soooo much in us wants them to forever stay. But it is SO worth it… to have to make these choices to get to have them in our lives for however long they’re meant to be here.
Gunther was so loved, I can tell. He came to your family just at the right time, gave you all of his heart & guided you thru difficult times.
I am SO incredibly sorry for your loss. And I know how hard it is because we lost our Halley a year or so ago, and not a day goes by that I don’t see her pictures & remember what she was to us in our own lives. SO. DEEPLY. MISSED.
MUCH LOVE to you & yours & angel kisses to your sweet boy in Heaven. Google The Rainbow Bridge online… <3
xo Gwen Hartley
Echo says
“I want Gunther—and the whole universe—to know that he was loved and that he mattered.”
I know, now. One more person on this crazy planet.
My lab of ten years was diagnosed with cancer in September 2006. The first words out of my mouth was a prayer to God: ” God, I know I have prayed to you and asked you for many things, but I really need Your blessing this time. Please give my K-Tail one more birthday and one more Christmas with the only family she’s ever known…” there was so much more to that prayer, but to save space here, I’ll summarise. I promised God that I would never intentionally disobey Him again, knowingly, if he gave my beloved dog those “one more”s. she lived, pain-free until December 28th of that year. I’m certain that if I had asked for New Years, He would have given us that. But I wasn’t selfish.
Because I loved my sweet dog, I became a better person, and I’m sure you have too. I believe all the “bad guys” in this world just need the love of a lab, or any dog, and there would be no reasons for jail, punishments or church. We’d already be in Heaven.
PS: Sorry for posting on such an old post. I came here via Google and read your beautiful words and had to leave my mark. You don’t have to approve, reply to, or even acknowledge this comment, but I hope you DO read it.
Shannon says
Thank you, Echo, for reading Gunther’s story and for leaving such a lovely post. I’m sorry that we didn’t have more time with our wonderful dogs, and I totally agree with you that they made us better people.