Woodson when he first arrived.
The reason I love collies so much makes it so hard when they have to leave this earth. I know all dogs are special, and that people love certain breeds because of how certain breeds tend to be. Collies generally have a gentle intelligence that I don’t find in other dogs, but I’ve had more collies than other breeds. I know Brett doesn’t have it. He’s whip smart, but just doesn’t have that collie nature I’m trying to explain.
I had to say goodbye to Woodson last night. He had had a seizure May 1st, and being on unemployment and a part time job, I really couldn’t afford all kinds of testing. The vet wanted to see if he was going to have another one, and know how often he would be having them before putting him on medication. I was giving him a melatonin because my research said it could help calm brain issues. Couldn’t hurt.
I was working at Foss last night, and stopped to get something to eat with Brigitte. KJ called to tell me Woodson was having a seizure and it looked really bad. I told him not to touch him and make sure he didn’t fall down the steps, etc. He hadn’t seen the other one, and I previously told him what to do if he had one when I wasn’t there, but I’m sure he wasn’t thinking about that. He was just coming home himself. When I got home, expecting Woodson to be out of the seizure, I found him still on the floor, stiff with a shaking head. KJ had put a fan on him. I didn’t really know what to do. I kept expecting him to get up like he did the last time. After realizing that KJ found him this way, I knew we had to get him into the emergency vet in Coon Rapids. KJ called them, and I got Woodson onto a blanket and we both got him into the back of the Jeep. Ten minutes later we were at the vet. Decisions about DNR and how much treatment he might need, plus other paperwork. They took vitals and the vet was talking to me about his history when they let him know Woodson’s temp was 108. I knew that was high, but the vet told me right away that probably wasn’t something he would recover from. Compared it to heat stroke, and that even if he was saved, he would probably crash again in 24 hours. It was time to stop his suffering. I stayed with him while KJ waited outside, choosing not to be in the room.
Woodson came to me as my 12th foster. You can find his initial post here. I had lost Thor a month before to cancer. Looking at his picture, I thought he looked funny with his white nose. Thor and Kelly both had brown noses, and most of my fosters did not have the white blaze. The breed standard is to have the white stripe. Woodson’s was wide the whole way up his head. My plan was to continue to foster, but my first memory of him was when he jumped out of Terry’s car with his long legs and I knew I was going to keep him. We were told he was probably two years old. A stray who had been turned in to a vet in southern Minnesota. They dubbed him Bruno (Mars). After throwing around several names, KJ preferred Clyde because his nose reminded him of a Clydesdale horse, I landed on (Charles) Woodson to go along with Brett (Favre).
The first trip to the dog park and I estimated his age to be closer to a year as it really looked like he wasn’t used to those long legs. Running like a colt and tripping all over himself. He grew more coordinated and his coat really filled in over this past winter, which would make sense on my timeline. He wasn’t going to have the traditional massive collie coat, but it did flow in the wind. He hated water, but loved everybody. He had this look on his face whenever he looked at me that said, ‘I just love you so much’. If I let him he would prefer to be in my lap. All 70 pounds of him.
My last memory of him is from yesterday morning at the dog park. He loved to do a perimeter check and was on the far side of the park. Some people were walking to the gate on that side that led to a pond. I didn’t think he would try to leave with them, but I called him anyway. His head came up and he took off like the wind to get to me, as if he couldn’t get to me fast enough, smiling the entire way.
My big doufas:
KJ and Woodson at Twin Cities Pet Expo
He was a fantastic fund raiser
Half on window sill back half on my bed
Shade at the dog park.