Mom and Dad had Rameus put down on Monday. He was going downhill and was having a hard time just living life. I remember the day he came into our family. School was out and it was my turn to ride up front in the Suburban. When I got in the truck, I nearly stepped on something furry sitting in the wheel well - it was the little brown dog we had seen at the pet store just a few days before!
Rameus had an interesting life, to say the least: He had an amazing number of near-death experiences, too many for such a little beast. My two favorites are when he jumped out of the Suburban window as we drove 60 mph down the highway toward Magone. He saw cows and was so excited that he took a flying leap to be with them.
His next best near-death episode happened during my sophomore year of high school. Dad was supposed to come to the play Rae Ann and I were a part of through our school ("The Hobbit"). He never showed up and we found out why when we got home that night: Dad had gone to shut the garage door before driving to the school, but Rameus couldn't make up his mind if he wanted to be inside or out, so he darted under the door at the last minute. It nailed him in the shoulders and flattened him to the floor, causing him to go spread eagle - and his little legs weren't meant to go that way, poor guy.
Even though he was small in stature, he was such a tough country dog :) I'll miss him!