Godspeed Sweet Melvin

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. ~Carol Sobieski and Thomas Meehan, Annie



I was hoping to share some good news today, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. This morning we lost our beloved Melvin. Melvin was a 20 year old mutt that we rescued from a county shelter when he was sixteen years old. His previous owners (who had gotten Melvin as a baby) said they didn’t have time for him anymore. Well their loss was definitely our gain. Melvin was given the title, “Best Dog Ever” and he will hold that title for eternity. Melvin’s soul was beautiful and selfless and I feel like the luckiest person ever to be able to call myself his Mom.

I knew Melvin’s time was getting near given his age, but even when you are expecting it, parting is such sweet sorrow. Melvin was a dog put on this earth to teach lessons. He was the embodiment of the Universe and pure unconditional love and I feel like a better person for having known him. He was happy, forgiving, joyful and loving despite what he had been dealt in his lifetime. He taught me something about how to live life.

His previous owners had dumped him because they no longer had time for him. I never understood that because Melvin never demanded anything. He was happy for as little or as much as he was given. I would have given every minute of every day to Melvin for an eternity. I would have cared for him for the rest of time if I had been given the opportunity. He had an aura about him that made you feel like you had known him forever. Caring for him made me feel like a better person.

And though Melvin’s journey here on earth is over, I don’t feel heartbroken, I feel grateful. Even if I had only been guaranteed one day with Melvin, I would have taken it. I am extremely fortunate to have been the person who got to care for such a gentle soul during his last years here. Melvin passed peacefully in his sleep here at home in my arms. Godspeed sweet Melvin. Until we meet again.

 May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand. ~Irish Blessing