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Thoughts of Skywalker

I miss my late American Eskimo Dog, Skywalker.  It has been more than two months since I took him on his last ride.  It has been more than a month since I had to look into my grandsons’ eyes and tell them that Skywalker had gone to Heaven.

This past weekend, my three little guys came to visit and more than once, I had to answer the question, “Nana, where’s Skywalker?”  Patiently, I would explain that Sky was in Heaven with God and Mr. Mann (our late cat).

I remember how Sky and I would play Hide N Seek.  I would go outside and hide – sometimes in the front bushes, sometimes behind the garage or behind the house.  Cheryl would wait a little bit and then let Sky out of the house with the command, “Go find, Mommie.”  Sky would come racing out of the house, stop and quickly scan the area for any sight of me.  He would cock his head and listen.  If he couldn’t see or hear me, he would put his nose to the ground and begin hunting me down until he would discover me in my lousy hiding place.  I’m sure that our neighbors must’ve thought we were all crazy.

On bright summer nights (and some winter ones), Sky and I would go outside and howl at the full moon.  A neighbor once told me that she wondered what kind of neighborhood she had moved into when she heard Sky and I singing to the moon.  I’m lucky no one called the cops.

Sky’s most annoying and, yet endearing quality was when he would bark.  Oh, I don’t mean a bark or two hundred – he was an Eskie after all.  Whenever he would break a rule – run away from me, not come when I called, get into the garbage; I would give him a lecture.  I would make him sit in front of me and I would talk to him as if he was a five year old child and not a dog.  He would sit quietly and stared – unblinking – at me.  Sometimes, if the lecture went on too long, he might turn his head and yawn.  When I was done with my lecture – which must’ve worked, as he wasn’t bad very often – I would turn away from him and very quietly, I would hear him go “Woof.”  The little pain in the butt wanted the last word.  Drove me nuts.  If I turned back around, he would turn his head and look away, like he hadn’t “said” anything.  I’d turn away again and “Woof.”

These memories of my smart (ass) dog came to mind while I was reading an article on Roadrunner News.  The Washington Humane Society decided to conduct a

Skywalker’s Last Ride

Today, we took our beautiful 13 year old American Eskimo Dog, Skywalker, for one last ride.  Sky, as we called him, has been going steadily downhill for a year and became worst this past weekend.  We knew it was time.


Both Cheryl and I were able to spend most of his last day with him.  We hugged him, laid on the floor next to him and showed him a lot of love and affection.  When it was time to go to the vet, I lead him outside.  The sun shone brightly, as Sky walked out onto the patio.  He stood there for a moment and looked around with his silly grin on his face.  He sniffed the air and then followed me to the car.  It looked like he was pausing to take one last look around.  It was like he knew he wouldn’t be coming home again.


After I loaded him into the backseat, Cheryl and I got into the car.  Cheryl cried the whole way to the vet.  Her heart was, and still is, breaking.  Sky settled down in the backseat and kept his head up.  I took County V to the vet.  I wanted his last car ride to be filled with pretty countryside views and not the views of the highway.


At the vet, I filled out the paperwork and paid the bill, before the three of us were lead down the hall to a room.  Sky just followed like a little trooper, without us having to even hold his leash.  Even to the end, he was an excellent little dog.  We were left alone to say goodbye for quite a while.  Sky laid on the floor next to Cheryl.  When it was time, they didn’t put him on the table — he hated those tables.  I sat on the floor in front of him, so his last sight was me.  He had been my dog for so long, I didn’t want him seeing anything else.  They gave him the two shots and he was gone.  His little eyes half closed.  His head lying between his paws.  He looked so sweet.  Cheryl and I were sobbing uncontrollably.  It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.


Good night, sweet Skywalker.  I know I’ll never have a dog as good as you.


God Bless

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