In Loving Memory of Cubby
Mid 1997 ~ March 1, 2010
It is with much sadness and regret that I must report to you the world is a little darker today with the death of my best friend Cubby, on this past Monday, the first of March 2010.
This page is intended to inform Cubby’s friends about the situation and provide a place for them to leave their thoughts.
Cubby was loved by virtually everyone who met him, and many people knew Cubby, as he was well traveled. He easily clocked over 50,000 miles of car travel (he didn’t fly). He traveled from California to Pennsylvania every year, and to many places in between. He enjoyed Ventura beach and the Pacific Ocean, and enjoyed the trees and parks in Ohio. He didn’t much care for Ohio’s hot-air balloons.
Whatever Cubby did, he did on his own terms and was never one to impose himself on anyone. Conversely, he never appreciated people imposing themselves upon him, although he ultimately learned to tolerate being petted and the attention adorned on him by strangers and family alike. Personally, I believe he secretly liked it, although he would never admit it.
On Barking: Cubby never wasted a bark in his life. 99% of the people who knew him, would tell you he didn’t bark; they would be wrong. However, if you did hear Cubby barking, it was worth your time to get up and find out what was going on.
A person close to Cubby once said, Cubby was the dog that was always smiling. I think that sums him up nicely.
Cubby had been in great health until early 2009, when he started suffering from Epilepsy. In January 2010, routine blood work revealed he had become anemic, although it didn’t seem to impact his quality of life. On February 20th he became very lethargic and blood work then indicated his anemia was critical. For the following week he seemed relatively healthy, but on Sunday February 28th, he became extremely weak and pale. Monday brought no improvement, and at 6:49 PM he picked his head up and looked at me for a moment, then rolled over into my lap and into my arms. His head then went limp and he was gone.
Cubby was just shy of 13 years old, at the time of his death.
Cubby was known for many things, including his fluffy tail and his unique tongue. Even in his final days, despite the stress and weakness, he was still wagging his tail when he could muster the strength. Even in death, his tail was still wagging (with some help), as I bid him my final adieu. He was a happy puppy.
So, be sure to tell the people and animals you love, that you love them and give them a hug.
Cubby will be missed by everyone who knew him, but live on in our hearts and in our memories. May he forever rest in peace.