23 March

Gus’s Last Day: A Perfect Day

by Jon Katz
Gus’s Last Day

Everywhere I went today and yesterday, people told me I didn’t look right, they asked me what was wrong, they said I looked tired, or sad. After the fifth or sixth time that this happened, I started to worry? Was I sick? Was my heart giving out? Was my pneumonia back.

Maria pleaded with me to rest, she said I needed to take it easy. Why, I wondered, were people seeing things in me I did not see in myself? Isn’t that

Yesterday, my friend Ali, who sees me often and talks to me almost daily, she I didn’t look right.”You’re not yourself, man,” he said. So who was I?

This morning, a message from Esther,  a respected reader of the blog. “I don’t think you realized how much little Gus took out of you,” she wrote. “It’s amazing what happens to a person once that stress is relieved and  you start to feel the void. ..I wish for you quiet time to recover physically and mentally. Gus was an awesome little fellow and he always made me smile to see his photos. The last few he didn’t look as happy as a month ago, he looked almost like he was troubled….”

Hmmm, it has often been the case that readers of my book or the blog know me better than I know myself I remember after I got divorced and  went on a book tour, in almost every city someone came up to me and said “what took you so long? You were so obviously alone.”

I have always survived trouble and danger by sucking it up and hiding what I was feeling.

In my life, I had to play dead all the time. I had to hide every feeling I ever had.

When face-to-face with real people, I do a turtle, I just take myself out of reach.

I know it’s not the healthiest way to deal with emotions, but it is how I survived, and survive still, and probably, always.

Maria is quite the opposite, her emotions are right on the surface, they survived her ordeals, she protected them until she could be herself.  She releases them and feels them easily and openly.

In my world, there was nothing more dangerous than showing emotions, it attracted all the wrong people for all he wrong reasons. Much safer to tuck it inside and hide it until it was safe. Maria didn’t hide hers, she built a wall around them until they could one day emerge.

I will never understand how people knew what I am feeling, but how foolish of me, if I am writing well and truthfully, it will be obvious.  Isn’t that the job of a good writer. I see that I am truly and visibly sad and drained.  The truth is more in the middle for me, somewhere in between closing up and  opening, , but I still have things to learn about myself.

I will not be mourning Gus for months and years. But a few weeks or months are all fine, yes?

Gus’s illness was traumatic and exhausting, and we did not get the happy ending, it was not a Disney story. People did love Gus, I only got three or four pieces of hate mail out of thousands of messages.

What we have enjoyed we can never lose, wrote Helen Keller, all that we love deeply, becomes a part of us.

We tried to give Gus a perfect day on his last day. We took his muzzle off and let him eat all the disgusting things he wanted. We knew he would throw up all day and he did. We let  him say goodbye to his many local people friends  and admirers, everybody loved Gus. We gave him as many treats as he wanted, and free rain of the grass and pasture.

We hugged him and played with him and talked to him. I didn’t see what Esther saw in Gus’s photos until a week or so ago. He had lost his puppy look, his bright eyes. He was looking tired, just like me, he was, looking thin and gaunt. He had aged far beyond his 10 months.

Although he was still full of life, he did look discouraged towards the end, he was losing his spirit.

Looking at him last weekend, I could feel the cold hand of death creeping up on him. It was no longer if, but when,. It was over, really, a question of how much suffering to inflict up on him. He did not deserve to suffer, my job to keep that from happening.

We brought him up to bed that last night, and he got sick a few time- we came  him treats, something that was forbidden. We cleaned a lot of sheets. Finally, he went to sleep, but he was much more restless than usual.  He had bad dreams. When he woke up, he looked like people are telling me I look right now.  I didn’t ask him if he was okay, or what was wrong. I knew, of course. In the morning, he slept for hours in my study, on Lenore’s sofa, just a few feet from me.

The Gus we know was fading, right before my eyes, sometimes when  you’re too close, it’s hard to see. I try not to show fear or sadness around the dogs, because they can sense emotions so easily, and he didn’t need mine.

In the afternoon, he brought me one of his stuffed animals and tried to tease me into throwing it. He succeeded, as usual, but his heart wasn’t in it. He let go too easily and gave up, which he never did,  walked over to his bed in front of the tire and lay down. The reign of the Little King i over, I thought.

We were so lucky to have a vet like  Dr. Suzanne Fariello and her quite wonderful crew – Cassandra, Nicole, and Lisa. They only seem to employ empathetic and loving and competent people there.  I would everyone could have a vet like this, and a staff like this, and I wish every dog could leave the world as peacefully and lovingly as Gus did.

I couldn’t cure his disease, but I could speak for him at the end, and permit him to leave the world in dignity an without suffering; That is what I could do.

It would have been so much harder without Dr. Fariello and her crew.

I think of Gus a lot still, i know he is in a freezer somewhere, waiting: here in the country we can’t bury loved ones in the winter, the ground will take a few weeks to thaw, and Gus will come home where he belongs.

Thanks to other people,  I think I know now that it is true that I am spent also, and obviously look like hell. Perhaps I am not dying myself.

Thanks Esther, I appreciate hearing the truth even when I don’t like it. I don’t want people to look at me any more and ask me if I’m all right. I intend to look in the mirror and grasp just where I am and heal in the ways I have learned to do.

I realize that I never quite let go of Gus, I just rushed past it, and death is not like that. Grief makes up its own mind about when to leave, and I better respect it, or it will chase me down the road and bit me in the ass.

16 Comments

  1. Seems life…and death….gets lived at whatever pace fits. Gus’ life with you, covered so beautifully in your photos and posts, Jon, will stay in my heart always. He was loved by so many, including myself. Rest and feel whatever you need. We all wish you and Maria peace.

  2. Ester read you perfectly. Your writing is honest and truthful and your heart was so visible to all your blog readers. Even though I suspected why you gifted him with a free weekend I teared up when you told us that the King was gone. I never got to personally know Gus but I came to care about him through the blog. If I felt some sadness – not because of your decision but because I would miss hearing about him and seeing the pictures then I suspected you were missing him just because of the the way you had written about him since he joined your family. You wrote with affection and joy. When Maria took pictures of you with Gus or when you took pictures of Maria with Gus it was obvious that he brought so much happiness to both of you. I also saw the change in his eyes the last few days. I admire you for your honesty about your feelings and for the decision not to let him suffer any longer. None of what you said in this piece surprised me. Actually it would have surprised me if you didn’t say what you just did. You don’t drive one of those big trucks but that little guy burrowed into your heart as he did into the hearts of many.
    My best to both of you.

  3. Forevermore, whenever Gus’s name is mentioned, I will think of him sitting on a donkey’s back and looking into the camera. It is sad that he’s gone so soon, but with your help he had many adventures and was well-loved. If having a short life was to be his fate, he was lucky to have lived it with people and animals he loved…and who loved him. Thank you for sharing him with the world.

  4. Bless you! I have read your blog in your books faithfully for years. This post grows my respect for you by leaps and bounds!

  5. I noticed Gus looked forlorn. I enjoyed watching his life through your eyes, but I totally know the rough ride of chronic and basically incurable health issues in dogs. Our dog had GI issues for years. We would try different things just as you and Maria did.
    You practically hold your breath each time, only to be disappointed again. And it does suck the life from you.
    Big story is doing the best you can, and you did that every inch of the way

  6. This beautiful journal entry touches my very soul. Thank you for sharing Gus’s journey with us. Someone once told me that the only people who think there is a time limit to grief have never lost a piece of their heart. Heed Esther’s advice and take all the time you need.

  7. Jon, we went through the same thing with our Bp to recoveryhp tp recoveryoston age 15, but I kept giving him the Gabapentin, Predisone, and Tramadol to keep him going for 5 1/2 months. I really looked at him one day and could see the sadness and pain and we made an appointment with our Vet. He saw the same thing. Many tears have been shed by my husband, me, and our Vet, but our boy is not suffering now. We loved hijm, did the best we could for him and I believe did the right thing, but it takes a physical and mental toll. Accepting the physical and emotional reaction to the end of our efforts is the first step in recovering.

  8. I loved Gus as did so many of your readers. He had a blessed life to be so loved.
    Thank you for sharing Gus with me. I agree with you wholeheartedly. You did what was best for the Little King, Circus Dog, and Giver of Laughter.

  9. Having said “goodbye” to too many of my own Guses I feel your pain. Time will be your best friend now and you will always have your memories of your special friend to carry you through. ?

  10. So true about grief. I had a therapist tell me once “you can grieve now, or you can grieve later — but rest assured you will grieve. Let’s do it now and get it over with, shall we? Why would you want to deal with this 20 years down the road? It’s such a heavy burden to carry.” It was good advice. As much as we would like to bury grief and move on it just doesn’t work that way. After reading about Gus for months I”m grieving him in a small way. As you said, the reign if the Little King is over and it is so sad.

  11. So sorry for your loss. Couldn’t believe the post. Such a sweet little guy. So many strikes sgainst him. Take care.

  12. I saw the writing on the wall when you took Gus’s muzzle off. It was a gift to him, and so was the trip to the vet.

    I grieve in an odd way: I weep for one day, and then tuck it away with the happy memories. Then I go on.

    That’s not by design, it just is.

    Your heart knows what do do.

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