Midnight Magnus 'Bartholomew' Warren
The 28th of February started like any other Friday … cleaning throw up out of the back of the car before embarking on the mad dash that is school drop offs. Elle had a piece of hair in her mouth, which resulted in vomiting … totally normal right? … this is absolutely 100% NOT normal, but that’s another blog for another day! However, our day ended on a sad note. A note that I was so certain would prevail to a happier note. We had a to say goodbye to sweet beloved Magnus. He went down fast. Wednesday morning he was fine; Wednesday night he wasn’t. By Thursday morning, I’m making the girls, unbeknownst to them, take one last picture with him; Thursday evening he looked like he might pull through. Friday we knew that, more than likely, wasn’t going to be a possibility.
Magnus, named after Will Ferrel’s son … totally not true, was the absolute best dog. He was 100% low-key … excluding all of his allergies and medical bills. He didn’t bite, bark, dig, like water. He was a lab only by name. He responded and acted like a human so much sometimes that I questioned my belief system. He gave us some wonderful memories like the time he “Houdini-ed” out of two harnesses and ran freely through a crowded park or he time he wandered off and ate raw meat all before 7 am leaving me questioning whether I should just call in sick or the time he ran away in our new neighborhood. A neighborhood that I didn’t know, leaving me to search for him with 3 kids under 4. We all held his leash tight to bring him home … it takes a village. Twelve years of great memories!
Most days he just laid around and waited patiently for us to play with him. He would occasionally sunbath in the yard, which would ultimately result in an allergic reaction. But that’s ok we were used to steroid shots and eventually found an allergy medicine to give everyday … totally low-key. He loved our girls. He was a protective big brother to Elle. He love/tolerated Livi and Lucy … I think he always wondered why we decided to bring an extra baby home the second time. The girls all fought over whose turn it was to feed him. They loved taking care of him or cuddling with him in his bed. Everyone wanted it to be their night for him to sleep in their room.
The girls have taken the loss pretty hard. We all have. Elle has informed us that we are lucky because we will die before her, Livi and Lucy so we will get to see Magnus first … thank you … a touch morbid, but thank you … I think. Livi said that Jesus is petting Magnus and Magnus is now friends with the dead deer that our neighbor killed. Lucy wants to know why we shot Magnus … circling back to the deer our neighbor killed. The Warren girls are intrigued by hunting and killing deers.
Magnus had some big paws to fill. He will forever be my favorite dog … even if my name wasn’t on his papers because, and I quote Travis, “our relationship had hit rocky times.” Ha! One day we will have another dog lounging in front of our fire place or sunbathing in our yard, but for now we just miss our boy!
