05/20/2026
Thinking tonight there will be an extra special shining star in the dark sky. Our sweet little Jules let us know she was ready-her fommy never wanted this day to come :(
In February 2020, Jules photos flashed before us in her temporary home at the Richland County Dog Shelter. She needed some serious intervention as her former owners "neglect" reached some mighty high levels. Raw skin nearly head to toe, ears as bad as ears could be infected, teeth cracked, infected, bleeding, and a serious distrust of humans in general. I mean, who could blame her.
Praying we didn't bite off more than we could chew, we reached out for this hot mess, and the following day, Jules came into the sanctuary, safe in her crate, for her protection and mine (she was not a happy camper at all). For a week, she stayed upstairs in an empty bedroom, crate door open, so when she was ready, we were as well, ready to welcome her to the family. This was a huge step when she joined us.
This poor kiddo had so many vet visits. Numerous medicated baths to soothe her skin and heal her raw patches, she lost 23 toofers in her dental, and had so many ear cleanings. Sent out a culture since nothing seemed to be helping and turned out, Jules was resistant to all medications but baytril. So for the first year, she got weekly deep cleanings at the vet, and then the next five years, fommy would gently clean her ears daily, sometimes twice a day. There was not a single day huge chunks of hair, black gunk, who knows what else, didn't come from those cleanings. This poor dog suffered horribly in her former home, that's for sure.
But, she ended up being as happy as she could possibly be. She never actively sought attention, unless it was mealtime and raw bone night. She had a voracious appetite. She LOVED the biggest and softest dog beds. She loved Cap and tried to sleep by him every night. She never bothered anyone.
She was 12 when she joined the rescue so was teetering around 18 years old when she decided to leave us. Sometime last night, she had a stroke or seizure, and lay prone this morning unable to move. I wrapped her in the softest blanket I had, held her on the way to the clinic, and she looked at me, silently thanking me I think. I hope. She really seemed at peace and wasn't suffering. These kiddos expect me to be strong always and it's so daggone hard sometimes, not to break down and just scream the unfairness of it all. She deserved 12 years of happiness after 12 years of suffering, but six it was.
Her passing was peaceful and quick. We're all going to miss her here.
I'll be looking up at the sky tonight. Then I'm going to cry.