Spock's demise has left us with a visceral feeling of loss. Now, our home has a palpable sense of calmness and quiet I've never experienced, since we got Spock as a puppy in 2010. My analogy is that Dobermans, even seniors, are like 2-year old children that never grow up. They depend on their companion humans for all their caring and needs. Our Dobes don't know why they are sick and what is happening to them. That's why the end of life decisions for them are so impactful to us, as we shoulder their total burden and responsibility. (as with young human children)
Sitting here alone in kitchen early in the morning, watching H/C Sally come ashore on Wx channel and browsing emails and DT. My ol'buddy Spock would always get up, at whatever hour (normally 0530) with dad and diligently follow me into the office or kitchen, no matter how sound he was sleeping. He was a Dobe and that's was his job, be with his human. He would would lay for a couple hours nearby until first light until I let him out for first potty break of each day.
Spock was trained as a puppy to use the door potty bell(s) which he did till his last day, even when he couldn't hold the Lasix induced pee, he was going to ring the bell. We never yelled at him for accidents inside, as he always rung the bell reliably to go potty, and vigorously when he REALLY had to go bad.... Only his humans ignoring the bell, or sickness, resulted in accidents inside.
Eva is a good companion, but a low energy type Dobe who will come to us for potty break (never taught to ring bell) or affection. Unlike Spock, Eva needs to be motivated to play, but not to walk or go to school. Spock was a high energy Dobe (except when sleeping) that constantly demanded affection, play or just attention (good or bad from Eva!). Even today, when I roll my office chair back from desk, I have a habit of looking behind me to clear the Dobe(s) out of the way! Velcro Dobes always needed to be near....
If there's any good to come out of this experience it is with my wife's viewpoint on Dobermans. She was the one that had planted the idea of getting a Doberman, after our previous rough collie, Nemo had passed at age 15. Nemo was the sweetest most docile dog ever, would also have been a wonderful therapy dog. She had no idea how attached and bonded Spock and I would become, especially during the last two years, in my retirement. After living with Spock for over 10 years, she would frequently say "No more Dobermans, No more needy dogs!"
After my wife has read all the condolences from DT forum members, neighbors, school & Pet Partners and family members, she has changed her mind. She explained to me, that she never realized how much having Spock (and Eva) walking, training and visiting with them had meant to me. She's now open to another Doberman, whether it be a puppy or a rescue in our future, because Eva is in her senior last years.
What really got her, was the wish for "One Million Pokes" as offered by LadyDi
in her condolence post. Wife was Spock's prime companion and caretaker when dad was away sailing on his ships. Spock would constantly nose poke her at the kitchen table for attention and I'm sure he provided more than a million of those over his life...
We've just experienced 10.5 years of the Spock's gusto for life and companionship, unfortunately capped by a few weeks of distress. I firmly believe Dobermans should be called "The Heart Breaker Breed" due to their short lives, unique personal bonding with humans and huge holes they leave upon their departure.
(Bonnie) about the additional sad opining. Just had to get these few more thoughts into the memorial thread.
I promise, No more sadness, nothing but positive memories from here on in!
(Will still be posting Spock's memorial video a some point in near future)
Note for Previous Post:
Donna, pictured in ES picture with Spock and I, was terrified of Spock when he first visited school in Oct of 2018. She would feed the other therapy dog (a female Golden Doodle) cheerios every week when she checked in over previous year. After a few visits, Spock had won Donna over as a good friend. As I was signing into visitor log, Spock would put his two big honkin' Dobe paws on check-in desk, while Donna would feed him a handful of Cheerios! This became our routine at check-in every week and Spock would start drooling as he got up on counter!
Funny thing is, when Eva started visiting during the next school year, it took her a month to warm up to Donna enough to start doing the same routine, sans drool!
(See Bonnie, happy memories from this point on!...)