This is my labradoodle Tulip. I have two human children, but she’s as much my child as either of them. We’ve been together for more than a decade. She’s been sick for most of those years, but we made due with lots of drugs. The drugs started hurting her more than they were helping, and she started doing really poorly in the last month. I had to say goodbye today, March 5. She was 10 years, 4 months and 27 days old.
Tulip has sat by my side as I wrote or edited nearly every story on this site, and for many years before that. She also loved the beach and climbing boulders. Dog parks confused her. She didn’t see herself as one of them. Bicycles terrified her. When she was younger and healthier, she loved catching frisbees and running forever. Everyone was always impressed how patient, loyal and attentive she was. Except for for when the mail carrier came. Otherwise, she could be completely trusted to never run away, bother any other people or dogs, and to babysit two toddlers. When I had the night beat at the newspaper, she would always wait up for me to come home.
She was a very good listener, always knew what people said and would sometimes offer really good advice. I wish she could give me advice right now.
Tulip is survived by her dad (me), her human mom, two human siblings (almost 4 years old), older cat brother, Tango, and her pup mom, Ginger.