Last night, we watched sadly as our Noel crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. It was sudden, as if she were herself all day, until suddenly, at about 4:00 she began to take a decline until she crashed.
She was not in any noticeable pain, but could not stand up anymore. She just lay there, refusing to drink water or take her favorite cookies.
By nine pm, it was inevitable she would be gone soon.
Noel was a rescue which my daughter got in December, 2011 for her then-fiancé, now husband the Saturday before Christmas. She was about a year or so, and was rescued from a kill shelter.
She was a tan-colored coon hound and made her mark in our lives almost immediately. When she walked into the house that first time, she spotted a roast resting on the stove top. She must have thought it was a “Welcome” meal, and proceeded to pull it down and began to enjoy it lavishly.
It was then we all realized she was a girl who had very definite ideas who was going to dominate whom. She began to take charge, as any alpha dog would, even letting our white shepherd, Angel, know who was now going to be the boss.
She was a mush, a loving dog, bringing joy to all of us. And when my daughter’s children were born, she showed she was protective. But of course, she let them know they were only guests in her home.
My daughter, and her husband, still have three rescues: Lucy, a lab-shepherd mix (we think), Daisy, a bichon, and Lulu, a border terrier. All loving dogs.
So, as we say good-bye to Noel, we are at least comforted knowing that she was not alone when she passed, and believing Angel, Jameson, Shea, Candy, Skippy and Tara will be there to welcome her when she arrives.
You were a good girl, Noel. Rest in Peace.
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