Over three months ago I had to say goodbye to my handsome, loving, and brave Rambo. “The love of my life,” and “my heart-dog.”(I continue to refer to him in the present because he is still alive in God’s Heaven.)
Rambo, my rambunctious Black German Shepherd is quite the man-of-the-house. If you didn’t know him, he had the look of a canine assassin—deep growls through flashing white teeth offset against black fur—while carrying his favorite toy. To his family, the most loving “goofball” imaginable.
I first met him when he was four-years-old at the Pima Animal Control Center on an overly hot, steamy August Tucson day in 2011. His striking, handsome stature took my breath away. I was looking for a protective indoor companion for myself and my dog Jasmine. I quickly calculated in my mind that black dogs are the least adopted (for whatever reason) especially those a little older. I had horrible visions of him being adopted by someone who would just leave him out in the hot (or cold) backyard. His bio stated that he was housebroken and “loving.” That’s all I needed to push me over the edge. I brought Jasmine over to meet him, and I was soon Rambo’s human.
With Rambo now chief watchdog, the three of us had many wonderful adventures for the next eight years. I hope to recount many of our escapades within this blog in the future. When Rambo was around, I always felt safe and more relaxed to write. Dogs make great writing buddies. Jasmine and I and (Forrest, my guy) deeply love and enjoy Rambo.
But in January 2019, out of nowhere, Rambo The Brave took sick. That’s when God told me I had to let go. He needed Rambo in heaven. My heart is still shattered in thousands of pieces, and at least as many tears have poured over my eyes (and still do).
Rambo stole my heart when he left. Not since my Rico left have I felt such pain. But there’s something special about my Rambo-Man. I miss hugging his coarse black fur and looking deep into his brown eyes where all the love of life looked back at me. I don’t think he’s totally gone…I think pets have the go-ahead from God to travel back and forth to comfort their person. But I know much of his time is spent running through the green meadows of Heaven with Rico, Cheyenne, Rio, Sheba, Teddy, and Poppy. Gotta go, just heard Rambo bark at me to feed Jasmine.
Your input: What do you miss about your pet in Heaven. Tell me about him/her/them!