A few weeks passed and Matt said...I found our dog. We had decided on a weimeraner. The breeder lived in Lufkin, Texas, but was coming to DFW. He explained we could meet him in the town of Crandall on a Friday night in August. There's an old Cotton Gin in Crandall that was turned into a restaurant and that was where we first saw our pup. We wanted a blue female and he told us he only had one of them...which he would save for us. My little sister rode with me. Matt met us there after work. We found our girl and she was perfect. As I was holding her I noticed another tiny puppy crouched in the corner of the van. She was all by herself and away from the other dogs. I was immediately drawn to her. He told me she was the runt of the litter. I held her and instantly loved her. We put her back...I had asked him to save another puppy and I felt obligated to take that one.
I left with our new dog...the dog we had reserved, but a little sad that I had put the itty-bitty runt back in the van. Matt stayed behind and paid the breeder. On the drive home, we passed each other on the highway and Matt held up another puppy. He bought my runt. In that moment we had two dogs...they were Autumn and Blue. Autumn was the runt (and lighter in color) and Blue was our big girl.
Those two go together like peanut butter and jelly. They're Ole' Dan and Little Anne. They've never spent a night away from each other in the last 12 and a half years, until tonight. They were partners in crime and Autumn was the ring-leader. She chewed siding off of the house, could eat a windowsill like it was a rawhide, sprayed doggie poo all over the walls of our kitchen, figured out how to eat a collar off of her sister's neck, pulled the neighbor's dog through the fence, killed cats, birds and even a skunk. She would submerge her head into a water bowl and blow bubbles, she loved to eat and she loved to lay in the sun....most importantly, she loved us...unconditionally.
She was always there. She was there when we learned our grandparents had passed away. She was waiting for us when we brought the boys home from the hospital. She was there when we were sick, healthy, happy, sad. She was there every single day.
Matt met me at the door of our Veterinarian's office and he carried her inside. She couldn't walk. The four of us (Matt, myself, our beloved Veterinarian and his assistant) sat on the floor around her and she simply fell asleep as everyone gently stroked her face, leg and back. I've never seen her more peaceful. Its been a few hours, but I can still see traces of her fur on my shirt and catch a whiff of her scent. We feel empty without you "guirrel", but are so thankful that you don't hurt anymore.
You will always be our baby...our little spunky, feisty, alpha, "no other dog is gonna mess with me"... Autumn Leaves. All of us loved you more than you'll ever know...I pray that you felt that love from the first day we had you until your very last breath. Hugs and kisses baby girl!