The Saddest Day of the Year
by Louis the Medicine Dog
The story of a beautiful love between a girl with leukemia and her dog and how Louis became a true medicine dog.
December 3rd is always the saddest day of the year. The sadness overshadows everything, It is the anniversary of the day when Autumn Rose left this world.
Autumn had a way with animals. She was about eleven years old when I was just a puppy, in fact she was there to comfort me on the day that I was taken from my mother. I trusted her from the very first.
Autumn taught me some tricks, like “stay” and “leave it”. She ran as fast as she could with me and she would talk to me about all kinds of things, as if I were a human. We had a strong bond.
When she was almost 14 years old, Autumn was diagnosed with an extremely rare form of leukemia. She actually had two types of leukemia at the same time. However, she was strong and she fought it for four years.
Autumn spent many months, off and on, in the children’s hospital. Between these months, however, she spent time at home. Whenever she was home, I was by her side every minute. Everyone said that I was good medicine. In fact, this is how I became a true medicine dog.
I would snuggle up with her when she was in bed or on the sofa. We would watch TV and movies together. Most of the time Autumn was not strong enough to go for walks with me, but I didn’t mind. She loved me and I could feel it in my being. I knew she was not well because dogs know these things and I made it my business to make her happy. This is how dogs are with the peeps they love.
Three days before Autumn left this world, her cousin Brianne gave me a bath, blowed by fur dry and took me for a car ride to the children’s hospital. Normally only therapy dogs are allowed there, but as they considered me to be Autumn’s medicine dog they made an exception. The doctors and nurses and the others who worked there treated me like part of their team. Autumn was in a hospital bed and she was hooked up to a lot of machines. I could tell that her little body was badly hurt, so I was quiet and gentle. I loved her so much, as only a dog can! I think she was sleeping but it was a strange sleep because she knew that I was there. Me being there made her happy inside even though she couldn’t show it. She wasn’t strong enough to open her eyes or move her head.
I lay beside her for a few minutes and I felt the presence of her love. She was beyond using words but I understood from her that she will see me again, in another world.
That was exactly three years ago. As a dog, I am proud that I had the chance to love Autumn and help her when she was sick. Everybody says I did a good job. Now that she has gone (for now), I do my best to help to help the peeps she left behind. I know when they are sad and in times like these I snuggle up to them and give them my best woofy kisses. Love will get us through it.
Rufff to All,
Louis Dog Armstrong
– Medicine Dog & Blogger