My baby Seuss, miss you so much
(Mississauga, Ontario, Canada)
Seuss waking up
It has been just over two months since Seuss our Blue Merle Sheltie was killed by two large aggressive dogs.
My boyfriend had gone for a morning walk with Seuss and our Tri-colored Sheltie, named Skylar one Saturday morning as they have done for the past 14 years but this time upon returning home they encountered two large dogs running loose towards them. The dog owners was nowhere in sight.
One aggressive dog had unged at Skylar while the other aggressive dog attacked Seuss from behind and biting him on his back. As my boyfriend tried to fend off the dogs they were alternating biting Seuss on his side and rear then his other side. One dog then knocked my boyfriend face down on the pavement. While he was unable to move both dogs continued their viscous attack on our poor little Seuss until he was motionless and bleeding profusely on the roadside. Three teenagers drove by stopped and scared off the dogs. They drove them to an animal clinic closeby. But unfortunately the doctors were unable to save our Seuss. He died shortly afterwards from deep puncture and tear wounds. The police identified and charged the dog owners.
We are totally devastated by this attack. Seuss did not deserve to die this way. He was the friendliest sweet little boy who liked meeting new people and animals alike. Skylar our other sheltie escaped with minor physical injures. He misses his brother. He's not the same as he was prior to this incident. He's much more quiet and not eating like he used to. Like most shelties he's more nervous around people.It makes me cry seeing him this way.
My heart is broken. I miss Seuss's bark, his twirling around when he’s happy to see you or all excited going for a walk. I made his walks fun and interesting. We explored different neighborhoods or parks -he loved the car ride going to the park. I miss his soft silky fur and tiny paws and the way he wanted to be included in everything that was going on. He liked meeting little kids on Halloween. Always curious little guy pocking his nose in the refrigerator or shopping bags looking for a treat – which most of the time there was something for them.
I don’t enjoy doing things that we used to do together. I would be gardening and there he was right in the middle of the garden looking to see what I’m doing. Or chasing the broom or barking at the lawnmower or standing next to me while loading the dishwasher or cooking or nudging at my leg at the dinner table.
I miss him looking out the window for any activity outside. If he had seen a little dog walking by he would start whimpering. Then he would run to me in the kitchen his fur waving behind him as to let me know he had seen a little dog that he would like to meet so I would take him back to the window or door looking for the other dog but nowhere in sight. Looking so sad, I would reassure him that the next time he’ll be able to meet a new little friend.
I miss the way he pounces when he meets a new friend or the way he looks at himself in the mirror when we were not looking.
We had a lot of good memories with Seuss. We kept him in top shape. He was from a happy home.
It angers me that he was attacked so viscously. He did not deserve to die in this manner. I don't understand why this happened. I am so depressed. There are days I miss him so much I can’t stand it. A day does not go by that I do not think or cry for him. I wish he was still with us.
We love you and miss you so much, my baby Seuss.
Mommy and Daddy, xoxoxo