|Cù Mór (Onaim Dogzilla)|
Born:August 24, 2002-adopted: January 30, 2010-died:July, 27, 2013
Cù was our fourth Greyhound we lost, the fifth one we adopted. Irony, Bran and Scolaighe were there to greet him and he is now buried with them. Òrlaith is now mourning her boy, as are the Aussie crosses Gleann and Sachairi.
|Those who came before: Irony, Bran and Scolaighe|
sometimes confused people.
|They made up, of course|
While Cù might have been ruled by Òrlaith, he was a kindly patriarch to the fluffy boys. The closeness of them all was demonstrated often. Sadly, it's not demonstrated by their intense mourning.
He apparently also remembered his first family. I became friendly with the woman who cares for one of his littermate sisters, Annie. We had taken Cù to be euthanized on Saturday morning, getting there just before noon. The vet came out and gave his sleep shot, then went back in to get the euthanasia drug and let the shot work while we petted and cuddled him. The noon bell rang. A few minutes later the vet came out and sent him to the other side, we never saw the exact time. At 12:06 Annie who had been sleeping woke up, startled. She spent the day being very clingy, which was unlike her. To us and to her person it's obvious he came by.
Just as it's often clear he's here still at times. I'm sure he will be, with our other hounds, when we celebrate Lùnasdal later this month.
I regret deeply that we were not able to help Cù as I had hoped. I do not regret the time we spent with him in his last weeks. Sometimes it was very hard, but that only makes the loss all the deeper. Our animals are our life, really, and our sacred trust.
He was a magnificent, beautiful hound, showing a true legacy of the ancient Celtic Hound he was descended from. I know there is much more that should be said, but even after over a week, I seem unable to manage as well as I'd like. I'll update his page soon, but I still am not able to. Still dealing with this in steps.
|Cù demonstrating his ancestral hunting skills on a stuffy|