Nomar left us unexpectedly today.
With elephant tears I bring you his tribute.
You probably didn’t hear me speak of Nomar often…
He was the quiet one.
He just did his job and didn’t ask for much.
Nomar simply loved to protect me. That was what he did.
Dexter had a huge personality… Nadia (Nomar’s littermate) was darling and demanding… Shiva is Hubby’s dog.
Nomar was always in the background… expecting nothing.
Nomar was the most polite and most gracious dog I have ever known.
At 185blbs, he was also the largest… yet, he never used his size. Gentle giant.
As far back as I can remember, he has never intentionally done anything bad.
That boy was a saint.
He never, ever did anything that I would not have wanted him to do.
AS I REFLECT
As I reflect on Nomar, I keep crying… did he know how much I respected him?
Did he know that I valued his vigilance and integrity?
Did he know that I loved him as much as the others?
Nomar had been declining for about a year.
He had spine arthritis and tumors all over his body. He was almost 12, which is old for the giant breed of English Mastiff.
But last week, his abdomen started swelling.
He was eating and drinking, but he was uncomfortable.
On Monday, I called to get an appointment with our vet. The only time that worked was today (Thurs) at 3pm.
By the time today rolled around, I knew it was his time. There was no saving him. He was done.
He hadn’t slept at all the night before. He was declining fast.
THE TRIP TO THE VET
As Hubby and I drove Nomar to the vet, we called in-route and told Mario (vet) that it was probably over…
Mario said he would be very courteous and come to our car to evaluate Nomar – so we wouldn’t have to stress the big dog more than necessary.
As soon as Mario saw Nomar’s condition, he said, “It’s time. Clearly he has a mass in his spleen and probably his liver as well…”.
Confirmation of what we already felt in our hearts…
We asked Mario to give Nomar a sedative in the car. He did.
Nomar relaxed and sighed – as if he was momentarily pain free.
That was my definite sign.
The big boy was very, very uncomfortable. His time was here.
Hubby and I spoke softly and told him how wonderful and dedicated and admired he was.
We told him that he could soon meet with Nadia and Dexter again.
We told him that he was the definition of ‘good dog’.
He was a gem.
And, he will be greatly missed.
The boy was a girl’s dream.
Sleep well, my friend. Run free. Do your ‘Nomar Dance’ and greet your beloved sister again.
You were my body guard and watchdog extraordinaire.
Wings, my friend. Wings.
I always admired and love you.
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