Spike brought love, in more ways than one: Pet Tribute
Editor’s Note: We recently offered readers the opportunity to honor beloved pets who have passed away. We received dozens of heartfelt tributes. They will be published on cleveland.com weekdays from May 16 to June 10. Please note that the deadline for submitting new free tributes has passed. Readers can place a pet memory ad for their furry friends by calling 216-999-5555 or going to ezads.cleveland.com.
Died December 30, 2014
In 2014, a little fireball of a pooch left the New Castle, PA, Humane Society and joined my family. Spike came into my life at a difficult time, and I couldn’t give him all the training he needed, but we graduated from obedience school together (probably given not to return since we had to sit behind the desk away from other dogs).
He remained sweet but a bit out of control and stood firmly by my side as I went through a very traumatic time in my life. Until the day we met a wonderful man named Jeff, and Spike and I fell madly in love with him and allowed him to become a calming influence on both of us. I really believe Spike was the reason Jeff asked me out on a second date and then married me, and that’s fine with me.
As our new family settled in and we found joy and stability, Spike didn’t shy away from putting himself at the center of every aspect of our lives. He sang to us every time we came home, usually with a mouth full of a toy (or three), loved his tennis balls more than anything (the more torn the better), and demanded our love and our constant attention – but we were happy to give it and blessed to have such an affectionate dog full of personality filling our lives with laughter and joy.
Ten-year-old Spike was playing tennis one afternoon as usual, when he suddenly fell down. He was diagnosed with insulinoma, which is a pancreatic tumour. Surgery was not an option in his case, so with only medical attention he bravely exceeded many life expectancy reports for dogs I had studied. We had to be careful with his ball game because too much exercise could cause his blood sugar to drop dangerously low.
The day we had to say goodbye to our Spike was bittersweet – he had fought so hard against his insulinoma but it was time to give him peace. He gave me eleven years of joy and laughter, and he was the most loving pet I’ve ever had. Our world became a emptier place without him, but he left us with a lifetime of memories. Even today, we still laugh at his antics; he was such a funny dog and he made sure he would never be forgotten. And we look at his legacy in the wonderful dogs that have joined our family since he left us, and laugh when we discuss how he watches over them and judges their squirrel skills. Spike was by my side during the worst time of my life, and I’m so grateful that he got to share the best part of my life. He didn’t leave until he knew I was safe, happy and loved.
Tennis balls and piles of leaves are all he has to worry about now. Rest in peace, my adorable, eccentric, sweet little boy.
For more pet tributes, click HERE