She was great! Beautiful. Lean. Strong. Affectionate when she wanted to be and, at times, slightly aloof. She was a great companion. She was a neighborhood legend. She lived a wonderful and interesting life. When she was old and in pain, she never complained. She was a very important and dear member of our family. Today is her birthday and she is somewhere on a twinkling star, looking down at us with love and watching over us. I’m saddened as I write this, but I remember the fond memories…and there were many. Here’s to you Miss Ruby!
She once saved our neighbor’s child from being hit by a car. The child ran out into the street as a car was approaching. Ruby ran in between the child and the car. Luckily the car had strong brakes and all was well! She never roamed far from home, if the back gate was left opened, she would saunter to a neighbor’s yard to see if the kids were playing on the swings. She would take turns sleeping in the kids’ bedrooms, being fair and showing no favoritism. She loved everyone!
After my husband and I divorced, she moved with him to Manhattan. I was unable to have her in my apartment–but she became quite the Chic City girl. As Ruby aged and was no longer able to handle the five-floor walk up to my ex-s apartment, she came back to live with me and my Frenchman and his Corgi. The two got along perfectly and her senior years were spent quietly. It’s so painful when you know, deep down in your gut that your beautiful creature’s time on this earth is limited. Selfishness sets in and you cannot say goodbye so you let her continue on. Ruby continued on despite being ill and fragile. The night before she left us, I found her in the living room, laying under the coffee table. I bent down to ask her how she was doing (Yes. We spoke to her as though she was human.) The look in her eyes seemed to be begging me to let her go. I will never forget that look.