Famous Seamus

Just last Saturday--on Christmas Eve--Seamus turned 10 years old.  He had a wonderful Christmas as you can see by the Christmas post.  On Monday, he had a wonderful day, visited all the people he loved most.  Everything was fine.  And then at 8:30 pm, something was wrong.  He couldn't sit or lay down.

We rushed him to the vet hospital.

Although Seamus' hepatitis was improving, no one realized he had a fast growing mass on his spleen which had begun to bleed Monday night.  He passed away early Tuesday morning.

When we got Seamus as a puppy, he was terribly ill with pneumonia and almost died.  Twice a day we would take him to the vet for IV meds and check-ups.  We have always felt that he knew he was saved by humans.  My mother referred to him as an angel that God wanted save to provide comfort to all.  I think that is why he passed the therapy dog test so early.   Unlike many dogs, he LOVED going to the vets and wanted to visit everyone.  He remained a cuddle pup his entire life.

It isn't just my husband and I that are devastated.  I cannot even count all the people that were touched by Seamus' loving personality.  His therapy patients, the many people he adopted in our neighborhood, his many friends at the park.  He loved everyone and everyone loved him.  

A neighbor dropped off this plant for us in memory of our sweet boy.

The news has spread through my city neighborhood and I can't believe the response of the folks around here. So many people have stopped by or called to relay their sympathy and to acknowledge how much he will be missed.  We have been inundated with love.

 I am grateful to all of  you who have shared the loss with my husband and me.  

My one comfort these days is that his life meant so much to so many. 

Thank you for your kindness and for loving my boy.