The Wolf River Veterinary Clinic is dedicated to servicing your pet needs. Our goal is to provide compassionate and competent care for your pet. e strive to protect and nourish the special bond that exists between a pet and it's owner and/or family. Since all of the employees of our clinic have numerous pets themselves, we deeply value the importance of animals in our lives and we strive to reflect this in the care of our client's animals.
Saturday September 27th
Picnic and raffle to follow the walk
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It was around 1999 that my mother decided that after being without a dog for many years, she wanted to get a pet, and she had her mind set on a black lab. She had already picked out the name “Sage”. Being the veterinarian in the family, she trusted me to find her the appropriate pet.
As luck would be, a local client bred labs. All of their pups seemed to have very nice dispositions. They happened to have a six month old female that for some reason had not sold yet, and she quickly became “Sage”.
My mom was excited. My dad was not. He wanted no part of this. In the end, however he loved Sage, and she became a close companion to him. Even on his death bed he had the energy to ask how Sage was doing. After that, Sage was my mom’s closest friend as she lived by herself for many years out in the country. She was with her until she had to be placed in a nursing home, at which point my brother in Michigan took her (I desperately wanted to take her, but with four dogs already I was past my marital limit).
Sage over the years has been a wonderful companion. She was as good natured as a dog could be. She has always loved everyone-all people and all other animals. She tolerated my elderly parents inactivity, but when my brothers and I were home she would bother us incessantly to go for a walk, run or snowshoe. Up until the age of twelve, she was almost tireless. Always particularly loyal to me , she would always sleep in my room at night but would always wake me up early knowing full well that if I got up, I would taker her for a run. She loved the company of my other dogs and would obnoxiously play for hours, even in the evenings when we all desperately wanted to relax.
As my mom’s health deteriorated, Sage would live at our house for weeks at a time when mom could not care for her. Once better, I always took Sage back, though, because my mom’s wish was to “be in my home with my dog” This went on until the permanent move to the nursing home and my younger brother taking her. Now every get together with my brothers includes my four dogs, my older brothers two, and aging Sage.
My mom’s health and dementia have progressed to the point that she barely remembers Sage. Seeing her jogs a memory, but her emotions are bland. Sage at 15 years is feeble, weak and she has respiratory problems. She tries to walk with us, but often falls and cannot get up. Seeing her recently brought the sad realization that she has limited time left. It makes us all sad to see her like this, but like mom, her life has been wonderful and full, and no one can cry for the time they have had.
More than a pet, Sage has been a family member for the entire family. We will all miss her when the time comes. When it does her ashes will rest next to our father’s, as will mom’s some day. It is only appropriate that they all be close together forever. Pet of the month? Heck, she is the pet of the decade.