Judge Gray: My Family is Grieving for Our Dog

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The Functional Libertarian
September 12, 2013

My wife never had a dog before she bought one as a companion for her then six-year-old son. After some investigation, she got a White Golden Retriever, and they named her Devonshire Cream, or Devon, for short. The problem was, as I got to know Devon, I found that they had started at the top. I was raised with Beagles, and truly love them and almost all other dogs. But Devon was the best living being I have ever been around. If you have a dog and you need some equipment for them, take a look at TheGoodyPet.com.

Devon recently died at the old age of 15 ½ years, or 108 in “dog years.” And my entire family is grieving.

As people with pets soon understand, these are not just animals, they become a part of your family – a large part. Devon became like a sibling for our son. He would play with her, and even try to get her in trouble. Then he would be gleeful when he was successful, saying things like “Devon got in trouble.”

Some people are really afraid of dogs, and I know that dog attacks do happen. That’s why there are law firms like this Nehora Law Firm which can help people out if something like that happens. But Devon would never be like that, she was a a great dog.

And, of course, we had many good family times with our dog: hikes to Holy Jim Falls, fetching tennis balls, or just sleeping by the fire. She was expertly trained by a puppy training service that doesn’t exist anymore. I can only imagine that a service like Dog Savvy Los Angeles would operate in the same way. One time when I organized a contest between our son and Devon to see who could win a race to fetch the tennis ball, our son won. But he made a mistake and dribbled the ball on his way back to me – whereupon Devon quickly stole the ball. Tears flowed, along with accusations that “Devon cheated!”

On another occasion, our son made the observation that everyone in our family had different last names. His was Maeder, my wife’s was Walker, mine was Gray, and Devon’s was Surecream. So for years around our house my wife and I used the last name of Surecream.

Of course, much of this happiness was caused by my wife taking Devon to a dog trainer at an early age. By the age of three months, Devon was able to “stay,” “sit,” “come,” “finish” and “lie down” on command. In fact, my wife took Devon to our son’s first grade classroom where Devon performed, and that made our son the envy of ALL of the other children, as well as the teacher.

Not only that, since my wife is a physical therapist, she took Devon to obtain a certification as a “therapy dog,” which is not easy to get. As my wife tells it, the certification process included lots of other dogs and took all evening, and it was cold. But Devon was doing famously well, until the last task was for her to put her “paws up” on a couch. Of course, Devon had been trained not to go up on the furniture. But my wife looked at Devon and showed her other dogs putting their paws up and told her to do that. And she did. (More tears flowed!) So Devon was certified without even having had to take the preparatory class.

I once saw a cartoon in a newspaper that had a dog lying on a psychiatrist’s couch and saying: “It’s always good dog; never great dog.” Well, Devon was a great dog! Of course, we loved her, played with her, and she was never mistreated. So I’m sure that helped. (In fact, I think there is a lesson in this.)

Of course, as time went on it became apparent that Devon was slowing down. But my wife rallied. She discovered physical therapy for dogs, and showed me how Devon’s shoulders, elbows, hips and wrists were made more limber by physical therapy treatments. (I had never thought about dogs having wrists, etc.)

And in response to Devon’s increasing loss of appetite, we started feeding her ground round, sweet potatoes, yams, fresh barley, hard boiled eggs and special supplements – and this approach really worked! When she started slipping and falling on our hardwood floors, which caused her some pulled muscles, my wife bought and had installed rubber yoga mats, and they saved the day. All of these things prolonged the quality time that Devon was able to be with us. And Devon really seemed to appreciate it – and I assure you that we did as well.

But it was inevitable that we would lose her, and we did. When it happened, we called upon a truly sensitive veterinarian, who said that Devon was not in pain, but was nauseous, and that it was time. So he put her to sleep. If I myself were in the same position, I would want that to happen to me as well. I think that is the humane thing to do.

But there is a hole in our lives that probably only another dog can fill. We all know there will never be another Devonshire Cream, but we want to love another Golden. Will Rogers once famously said that “If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” I will go further and say that it wouldn’t be heaven without them.

In the meantime, the lasting lesson for us all is to enjoy our lives when we have them, and enjoy our family, friends and pets in the same fashion. So get your hugs in and create and savor all the precious moments you can. Because life is short.

James P. Gray is a retired judge of the Orange County Superior Court, the composer of the high school musical revue “Americans All,” and the 2012 Libertarian candidate for Vice President, along with Governor Gary Johnson as the candidate for President. Judge Gray can be contacted at JimPGray@sbcglobal.net.

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6 thoughts on “Judge Gray: My Family is Grieving for Our Dog

  1. Jill Pyeatt Post author

    This is so touching. Losing a family pet can be devastating. I always like to remind the lonely owners of what a good life their pet had because of being in their family.

    My house:
    RIP Woofy 1997
    RIP Sam 2004
    RIP Sunny 2011

  2. Mark Seidenberg

    You had a good dog. The dog lived a good
    life. My last dog died at about 8 1/2 years.
    She would run in the backyard to the orange and lemon trees. With a jump near
    the end of the run , her front paws would
    shake the tree and fruit would fall
    from the tree. Then she picked up either
    lemon or orange and bring it to the kitchen
    door and was given a milk bone for the effort. However, she was color blind, because the fruit could be orange, yellow or
    just green.

    Mark Seidenberg, Vice Chairman, American Independent Party of California
    and Chairman, Orange County Central Committee of the American Independent
    Party.

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