Last week, we said good bye to our dog Travis. I think I’m finally able to write this without the words blurring from tears and hoping it makes me feel a little better.
We were lucky to have had Trav in our lives for twelve years. He has been there for so many life events for us – he licked high school and college graduation invitations. He chewed up a few wedding invitations. Drove across the country from Phoenix to Washington DC four times happily panting in the back seat of our car with his brother. He was totally terrified of Baylor when she was born, but knew she was his to protect so he always sat inbetween her and any visitor. And while he was always gentle and even a little skittish, he always was up for a good game of “pin the yard guy to the wall”.
Travis was a volunteer with Pets on Wheels and visited many infirmed and elderly always greeting them by sitting sweetly next to them or with gentle paws on the side of their bed. We called him the love sponge because it was impossible to pet him too long – he could have gone bald and would have been perfectly happy to stay there a little longer. We were warned by the breeder that he was “kinda bad” and he lived up to that now and then. He couldn’t leave a giant cube of Costco toilet paper sit idly on the floor – it had to be shreaded into a million pieces and some of it consumed. Upon discovery, he would only look at us with a happy face and wagging tail and an expression that said “isn’t this AWESOME?!”. It was always hard to get mad at that face.
Travis had kidney failure that started several months ago and it became noticeable that it was getting worse over the last few weeks. We knew it was time. Our house feels off balance without him stretched out on the bed, snuggled in the closet, barking at the window, sneaking goldfish crackers with Baylie or enjoying his rediculously tedious meal of kibble, beef broth and ground turkey “al fresco” on the patio. The thought that he’s not just around the corner is crushing.
Travis went by many names: Travis, Trav, Trav Trav, Travie, Trav-meister, Mr. T, Little Man Tate, Tatetells, Tate…he answered happily to all of them.
Some of my favorite pictures of our buddy.
Painting our house in DC
Always the guard dog
Always willing to wear the stupid antlers I had for Christmas
Always watching over his girl
Enjoying a Greenie in the sunshine
6 thoughts on “Ode to Mr.T”
Oh, I’m so sorry. My heart hurts for you and your family. Sounds like he was a beautiful companion for you guys!
Really sorry for your loss. He sounded like a heck of a best friend to your family. This is the first time I can say that I have something in common with a dog….I too share those fluffy cheecks and I have kidney failure also. I’ve had a transplant for a few years now….Blessings to you and your family as you say goodbye to a wonderful family member.
Beth, I’m so sorry to hear that you had to say farewell to Travis. He was such a sweet dog – I can only imagine how hard it is for you.
Grandpa and Grandma will miss him too!! Very nice post Beth.
So sorry for the loss of your sweet little buddy.
I’m very sorry for your loss. Like most, we too have lost beloved pets over the years, and tributes like yours, as nicely done as it is, do tend to help with the grief, I think. We lost our buddy a couple of years ago, and I’m still struggling with the words. Someday.