06/10/2024
Seven years ago I thought I would try fostering a dog. Of course, Arianna immediately thought this was ridiculous, knowing as she did that there was almost no chance that I was going to bring the big, goofy, sweet boy whose pictures I had shown her into our house and not want to keep him forever.
She was right, of course. And now, over the weekend, we’ve had to say goodbye to Cassius. In many ways he was one of the most challenging dogs I've ever trained. I never really managed to teach him as much impulse control as I wanted him to have. But, in some ways, that was a blessing. For all but the last couple months of his 9+ years, he remained a puppy in spirit and temperament.
Endlessly curious, outgoing, and playful. So playful in fact, that if no one else wanted to play, he would just throw his own little party by tossing a ball or a frisbee around for himself.
Then there was the puppy wrangling. I’ve never known another adult dog to be so perpetually interested in and playful with puppies. And for all the ways in which he could be rough and vigorous in play, the way he calibrated himself to be gentle when playing with smaller younger dogs was always astonishing to see.
I always knew that if I wanted to make his day all I had to do was come home with a ball that squeaks for outside and a stuffed animal that he could snuggle with for inside.
The biggest thing though, was his relationship with Bonny. The two of them were absurdly close and comfortable together. Their beds still sit side by side in their room, and it was not at all uncommon when I would put them to bed at night for them to decide to just cuddle up in the same bed together.
We’re heartbroken to have lost Cassius, but incredibly grateful to have had him. These kinds of loss are always very hard to bear, but if it’s the cost of everything our dogs give to us we’re getting a hell of a great deal.