
As some readers might have noticed, Unleashed marked a sad milestone over the weekend -- for the first time that we know of, one of our Collared pets passed away.
Newt, a gorgeous and gentle English Setter that we featured this last weekend, succumbed to kidney failure. He was 14.
Newt wasn't just beloved by his people, Jim and Diana Hartnett of St. Louis. Diane, the principal of a boys junior high school, brought Newt to school over the years and the kids embraced him. The doggy even had a picture in the yearbook.
At Unleashed, we not only felt terrible about Diana's loss, we wanted to know how she was handling things...if there would be a memorial...how she managed to break the news to the kids at school.
She writes:
As I mentioned in Newt's bio, he came from the Franklin County, MO, Humane Society. When we saw his picture on Petfinder, we were thrilled, for he looked so gentle and sweet, and he was. When we arrived to pick him up, we were seated in a small room, and Newt was brought in. He walked straight up to me, buried his head in my lap under my arm, and sighed. I could almost hear him say, "Thank God, you are finally here."
Newt integrated himself immediately into the family and tolerated the two current dogs and also the two other rescues who came after him. But it was clear that this aristocratic, solemn, kind, and loving dog was something special, something apart, something extraordinary.
I began bringing Newt to school about five years ago, when there was a little boy in the seventh grade, Matt, who was paralyzingly shy. So once a week, every Wednesday, Newt became Matt's dog. Matt took him to class, walked him, got him water, and kept him nearby. You can imagine when Newt was with Matt, there were a hundred little hands trying to reach him. What an incredible difference it made for Matt that year, and afterwards, too. Matt continued to be Newt's person every Wednesday during eighth grade as well. It was wonderful.
Newt celebrated his birthday at school with the boys every year on February 17, the anniversary of the day we took him home. On this day, we all ate cake and ice cream, wore party hats, and sang happy birthday. The party welcomed all of our families, siblings, and friends, including any and all canine companions. It was just perfect.
In ninth grade, Matt went to the high school building, which is just down the way. But Newt still came on Wednesdays and of course, every Wednesday, Matt would come up to the Junior High to see his friend. In the past four years, Matt has never missed a Wednesday, to come and give Newt a hug and to whisper in Newt's ear the secrets that he knew Newt would keep. Once during Matt's sophomore year, he was sick on a Wednesday and did not come to school. But he called and asked me to put the phone to Newt's ear, just so Newt could hear the secrets he was sharing with his buddy.
WIthin these past six months, Newt began to show real signs of age. His back legs began to give out and he developed kidney issues. In spite of many trips to the vet and significant medications for a variety of ailments, Newt succumbed to kidney failure last week.
I shared the news privately with Matt, now a confident and thoughtful young adult, and he cried.
I have an 8 x 10 photo of Newt, the same as the one posted on your blog, which I put in a frame and hung on the office door on the day he died. On the photo, I had a small sign which said, "Rest in peace, dearest Newt." Word spread quickly that Newt had died, and the boys were subdued and hurt by the news. Newt has been cremated, and upon receipt of his ashes, he will be buried in our back yard, underneath a small statue of St. Francis and alongside others, both dogs and cats, who have preceded him.
Newt is greatly missed by us all but I am so grateful that his life intersected with ours. If there is any message that I would love to convey, it is that the adoption of an older pet into the family is a blessing without measure.
Photo courtesy of Jeff and Diana Hartnett