Goodbye Rajah

My dearest friend and beloved dog Rajah passed away Friday night. He had been my constant companion for the past nine years- from helping me cram for final exams to welcoming home both Miles and Penelope. We weathered heartbreak and celebrations, hugs and tears, and many an amazing romp in the sand and snow. One never to pass up ear rubs and belly scratches, Rajah was the eternal snuggler and seeker of affection.

His passing was unexpected and happened very quickly- so much so that I didn't have a chance to say goodbye. I was able to spend some time with him after he passed away, and even during those precious and painful moments, he continued to keep my toes warm and my heart full. I will forever remember looking at my hand after the last belly rub and noting the fur that was laced between my fingers. After looking at it for just a few seconds, a quick breeze blew it all away. And that's how I still feel... that he his time was both substantial and brief, that a lot of life was crammed into a handful of years, that he came and went before my eyes.

We've all been sad, very sad. Miles was very fond of Rajah; they were partners is crime. Though little man may not fully comprehend the situation, he has taken to saying goodbye to Rajah while going through our bedtime routine- and it is breaking my heart. Luckily, Miles and Liloo are also good pals, so he still has a furry companion on hand. And speaking of Liloo, Rajah was her everything. Watching her adjust to his departure is even harder. She spent Friday night at our door, waiting for him to enter. Sadly, he never did. Luckily, she's eating and interacting with us, so I think she will come around sooner than later. However, we consulted with the vet today to make sure she's on the right track. (She's taken to some stress-related behaviors that we're hoping to curb on our own.)

If you were luckily enough to have known Rajah, then you can attest to his boundless energy and love of all people. Crazy dog never passed up a party or a chance to meet someone new. And you also know that he never considered himself a dog- that might be due to him going to class with me. (He also liked wearing my sorority t-shirts, oddly enough.) Having completed two semesters at W&M may have gone to his head.

I wish I had to words to truly express my sorrow. I wish I had had a chance to say "I love you" one more time. I wish I had had a chance to say thanks- thank you for the unconditional love and companionship. I hope Rajah left us knowing how much we all love him. Goodbye dear friend; hope you are getting the celestial belly scratches you so greatly deserve.