02/01/2026
Shirley posting.
Goodbye, Popeye.
Popeye presented a lot of challenges and many rewards in our 8 months together. We rescued him from It Takes A Village in May of last year, and had to let him go early in January. He was a growly, uncooperative dog at first (bit me 3 times in the first couple of weeks), and barked and growled almost constantly at the other dogs.
He had really bad arthritis, bad teeth, and – we soon found – Cushing’s Disease. As we helped with his issues by way of tests, medications, and a dental, he gradually improved. He eventually became very loving with me and Wayne, and more or less accepting of other people. He came to us often for a good petting, and followed us around to stay close.
He loved the outdoors. He constantly ran, patrolled the perimeter, basked in the sunshine. It was so exhilarating to watch him in the yard. Those are my favorite memories of him.
After several months of good times with him, he began to worsen. There was something terribly wrong with his back. After 6 weeks of antibiotics, increased pain medication, and mood stabilizing medication, there was no improvement. In fact, he was even worse and showing signs of dementia. Cancer seemed almost certain. It was time to let him go. I consoled myself that he left this world knowing he had finally, fiercely been loved.
I still miss seeing you in the yard, Popeye. There’s an even bigger and better one for you now, and no pain and negative feelings. Enjoy the garden and your many playmates. I’m so grateful for the time we had together.
