I think most of those who knew Huxley have heard our sad news already. Our dear, sweet boy passed away gracefully this past Friday afternoon with the help of our vet. The tumor on his shoulder had grown substantially and in the past few weeks before we left for Ireland he had begun to show signs of real discomfort . It was an incredibly hard decision to make, but we hope the kindest one. We miss him terribly, that gentle canine soul. In my mind and heart he still is the lovable, goofy, handsome, not terribly bright, puppy who along with Darwin put up with me and then welcomed and loved both Green and Bean when they each joined our family.
I found Huxley at the Humane Society at the end of 1997. He was about a year old, huddled in a corner whimpering. I got him out of the cage and he jumped vertically up, all four legs in the air, and turned around and around and that was that. Shortly, after he came home I had my cardiac arrest at the ripe old age of 27. Huxley (as in Thomas, rather than Aldous or Elspeth) and Darwin (who passed away 18 months ago a month shy of 16 years old), were my constant companions through that stressful recovery. They, along with some very wonderful human friends, saw me through a string of boyfriends and broken hearts, through career changes, through meeting my husband to be and the birth of our child.
Huxley was the retriever that didn’t retrieve, the water dog with a total abhorrence of water, but he was also possibly the most sensitive and in tune dog I’ve ever met. He let children clamber all over, use to roll over and stick his legs wide out to the command “Suzy Sorority” (Me? No, I would never have taught him such a thing. Not me.”). Huxley was one of the few dogs who really could smile when he was happy and he was my loyal sweet boy. I will miss him terribly.