One day we were looking for something fun to do, so we decided to visit one of the only pet shops in the area that sell puppies. We wanted to spend some time petting puppies. We weren’t looking for a new dog because we already had two.
My wife has always dreamed of owning a Caviler King Charles, but the price for this breed was way out of our budget. We settled on a dog we could afford which was a Cavapoo who is a beloved family member.
As we drove to the pet store that day, we had no idea how our lives were about to change. When we arrived we saw a beautiful King Charles Spaniel, behind the glass all by himself. The price they were asking for him was 75% less than the price of a King Charles. We asked the owner what was wrong with this dog that he was selling him for such a low a price.
He told us that his owner purchased him when he was twelve weeks old. She developed a severe case of cancer and could not care for him any more. She returned him to the pet store. Since he wasn’t a puppy any more, no one wanted to buy him.
I’m a prostate cancer survivor. When we learned how cancer had disrupted his life and taken away his home, we knew we had to make him part of our family. We named him Toby. He was so shy I had to feed him by hand for two months just for him to learn to trust and approach me. Eventually he felt comfortable will all of us and became the most affectionate dog we’ve ever had the pleasure of owning.
Toby’s favorite place to visit was the beach. Last year we took him to an event called Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Day at the beach in Carmel. We had such a delightful time that on my 64th birthday my daughter’s present to me was a two day stay in Pacific Grove, so we could all go together as a family to this event for a second time. The gift by itself was so generous, but the fact she was willing to come with us and enjoy the day together was the greatest gift of all.
On the day we were leaving, I needed to pack the car, which involved opening the front door multiple times. Toby was an escape artist, so I put him in our backyard where I thought he'd be safe. Somehow he managed to shake the back gate open and he escaped. He was struck by car and instantly killed as he ventured into the street. We cancelled our trip and we’ve spent all the time we would have enjoyed in Carmel at home mourning the loss of our beloved dog. I’m not only feeling the loss personally, but I have additional pain knowing the trauma my wife experienced as she discovered Toby in the street and held him in her arms as he died. To see the grief my daughter’s face every morning adds additional pain. Of all the dogs we’ve had in our family over the decades, he was most beloved and our time with him was cut short by a tragic car accident.
My twenty-two year old daughter bonded with Toby in such a way that I didn't think it’s possible for a dog and a person to have as close a relationship as she had with Toby. He slept with her every night. To see her in bed sleeping with a stuffed animal instead of Toby, breaks my heart.
I don’t know how we will process all this pain and reach to the other side of grief.