Sadly, Rufus has passed on. The best the veterinarian can guess is that his stomach flipped. I’d like to share his story with you all, the one we remember him by.
Five and a half years ago, I walked into a pet adoption day at our local pet supply store. We were building our home and I wanted to gift Josh with a dog of his own, one that would be a fabulous family dog too. In the midst of the people and the other animals, I saw a large dog relaxing lazily on the couch. A young boy walked up to him and petted his head. The dog just watched, lifting his head to acknowledge the attention. Based on the dog’s size and calm demeanor, I knew at once he was the dog for us.
We never fully discovered what breed Rufus was – part Mastiff, part German Shepherd, and part something else? But he was the perfect dog for us. He was never excitable, hardly barked. He listened to me more than Josh, but also obeyed the children when they told him to go outside.
He lived a very spoiled life here. With lots of land to run on, he preferred to lay inside on my couch. He grew to a very stout 165 lbs – mostly from lack of exercise and over indulgence on table foods. I was just trying to devise a way to break him of the habit of taking the plates off the table.
Not even the Kirby salesman was scared of him. He made friends with everyone! I know he will be missed.