We said good bye to Caesar on Friday and it was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. The best moment of that incredibly crappy day though came when big brother leaned down to kiss Caesar as we left him for the last time and said, “I’ll see you in heaven.”
Since then, big brother did a book that was given to us by the people who helped us say good bye. As he was drawing pictures, trimming photographs to paste and writing his memories I heard him read that sometimes it helps to write your pet’s life story so that is my intention here for a while. However, staying with the intent of writing these messages to you I will try to offer a few lessons taught to us by our experiences with Caesar along the way.
Caesar was meant to be our dog from the beginning. Your mom and I used to watch a lot of Animal Planet and it just so happened that on a Saturday night in 1999 they had on a dog show and during the dog show the 13″ beagle stepped up to be judged. We had been talking about the idea of getting a dog for so long, but decided that we needed to have a house first which we had just recently got and get through our wedding day which we had just recently done. When we saw the 13″ beagle we had finally an idea of the type of the dog that we would want.
The next morning your mom was reading the classifieds in the paper and saw and ad for 13″ beagles. We called that day and were told that all the dogs in the litter were already gone, but we asked if we could still come out and meet them. Lisa, from RiverBottom Beagles, said that they would probably have another litter soon and that we were welcome to come out.
After we both got done with work on a night that week we got in the car to make the hour long trip to Litchfield. On the way we got a phone call from Lisa. She let us know that one of the buyers had backed out and that if we wanted we could have our pick of the males in the litter. We knew we wanted a boy too so everything seemed to be falling into place.
When we got there she brought a green laundry basket out full of beagle puppies and she asked us which one we thought we would want. It all seemed to be going so fast and your mom definitely is not an impulse shopper, but it just felt right.
Then I saw him, the runt of the litter getting his but kicked by his brothers and sisters as they crawled over him. I remember it like was yesterday. I simply said, “I want him.”
It was just meant to be and that is where the story of Caesar begins.