Yesterday was the ninth anniversary of Madison’s passing (for my MOT friends – yes I light a yahrzeit candle every year for her), and this year, it was also the day I spread my sweet Chloe’s ashes on the trails we used to hike in Topanga.
Chloe came into our lives 51 days after we put Madison down. There was a pool at Benjamin’s office – how long can Evelyn live without a dog? One of the paralegals in his office was a big dog rescue person, and she got an email from this fabulous organization called START Rescue, which pulls dogs out of high-kill shelters and transports them up to Oregon, Washington, Montana and Idaho. Chloe was set for transport; Benjamin sent me the picture and I said, don’t send that dog to Oregon – that’s my dog! It was truly love at first sight. She was in our driveway 24 hours later, and sleeping on the bed with us 3 days after that.
Chloe was somewhere between 3 and 5, they told us. She had an amazing energy – we used to walk about a mile and a half every morning at the beginning, and she would chase every lizard and squirrel in sight. We had her for about a year in our first house, and then we moved to the doggie dream home – the treehouse in Topanga. She had a huge backyard, full of trees and wonderful creatures to stalk and chase. She would spend hours standing under a tree if she saw a lizard or a squirrel in it – even when they had long since relocated themselves. She actually followed a lizard up a tree whose trunk was angled just enough that she could literally climb up it. She was 12 feet above the ground, totally focused on that lizard! Scared the crap out of me! Benjamin was the hero in that one – he followed her up it and got her to turn around.
After we had been in Topanga for a year, we got Chloe a companion. Hank joined us on my birthday, in 2014. We did a really good job of socializing them, and they became the best of buddies. ‘Baby brother, sometimes boyfriend,’ I called him – there was some humping now and then. He’s bigger than her and protected her when we sent them to boarding. They curled up on the couch together, found a way to share space on the bed (I’m still not sure where I slept) and we spent loads of time hiking the trails behind our house. I learned a lot about where *exactly* a lizard’s tail detaches, how long it can stay alive in a dog’s mouth, how fast ground squirrels can really run, what it looks like the moment a dog tears her ACL, and lots of other fun stuff, thanks to my chasey-chaser Chloe.
At the risk of sounding like pretty much every dog owner, I have to tell you that Chloe was both the most beautiful and the cutest dog you’ve ever seen. When I would leave the house and return, she would come running to the front deck with her lips curled up in what you might think looked like a snarl, but it was really a big wide pittie smile. I have 8 million stories I could share about cute things she did, and an equal number of pictures on my phone. (I selected just the greatest hits for you, here.)
Two summers ago, we picked up stakes and headed to NorCal. We needed a change of pace and scenery, and we found an area we liked. Unfortunately, after just a few months, I realized that the move hadn’t really been a good idea for me, and more importantly, Benjamin and I decided to amicably go our separate ways. After giving it a lot of thought, and with great reluctance, we decided that he would keep Hank and I would take Chloe. She and I moved back to the Valley and hung out with my parents for awhile while I house hunted.
Fortunately I found a house that is really perfect for me, just as the COVID shutdown was beginning. It was also the perfect house for Chloe to call home for the last year of her life. She’s a huge part of the reason I bought a one-story house, and she certainly appreciated splitting her time between sunbathing on her patio and snoring in my office (all of my work videos have a soundtrack in the background….). Our neighborhood has tons of lizards! A few coyotes too, which we’ve been able to avoid.
Chloe had one ACL surgery in 2015 and tore the other ACL the week we were moving back down to SoCal. The chasing instinct was always there, but her body’s ability to do what her brain wanted to do was declining. I knew last summer that the decision would not be far off.
It’s incredibly hard to make the decision to put a dog down. With Madison, we didn’t really have a choice – we were told this is the end. With Chloe, I was much more attuned to the signs – I looked at her face and asked her regularly if she was going to tell me when it was time. She was at the point where her back legs really didn’t do an effective job of holding her (well-fed) body up – the legs would sort of ‘melt’ as she was standing there in front of me, begging for cheese. Or broccoli. Or edamame. She put on a brave face for me because she knew her purpose in life – aside from making me figure out where exactly on the bed to sleep – was to get me through the transition to being single again. And that she did, beautifully.
And so, with the heaviest of heart, and with an incredibly good friend with me at her side, I made the decision to let her go on March 13. I gave her the gift of having a vet come to the house, so she was comfortable on one of her favorite nests, being fed snacks and Flamin’ Hot Cheetos up until she peacefully fell asleep. I’ve second-guessed my decision every day for the past two weeks. I never thought I could love a dog more than I loved Madison, and yet I cannot express in words how much I loved this teacup pit bull, as we used to call her.
Her ashes arrived a week later, and I waited four days to open the box. Benjamin helped me through the entire situation, from decision to box-opening. And I decided that Topanga, where she lived for 6 of her 9 years with me, was the right place for me to release her. It was 86 degrees yesterday, and yet one of my colleagues with whom I hike regularly came with me to keep me company. We recited the Mourner’s Kaddish, and then sprinkled her across a few of our favorite trails. I couldn’t have done this without amazing support from my friends.
How long can Evelyn live without a dog? Well, 51 days when coupled with another human. Less than that, when not. I’ll share the new addition when the details are final!