|Birth: ||Jan. 1, 1993|
St. Louis County
|Death: ||Oct. 9, 2008|
St. Louis County
Susan and I found Mars at the APA in St. Louis.
We met Mars on our second visit. The volunteer said, "We have a real cutey for you!" His original name was Cody and the owners didn't want him because they had another dog and the two didn't get along.
The dog barked and growled at us and the hair stood up on his back. But we took him for a walk and he seemed to be a mellow fellow and he did not pull on the leash. We didn't pick him that day because we felt we had only visited the shelter twice and we still hadn't gone to the Humane Society.
The next day at work I got to thinking what a cool looking dog we saw yesterday. I called Susan and we agreed to adopt after work.
That's when I began to worry. I thought that someone might go over there and adopt our dog.
We were in luck and the dog called Cody was now ours.
The first thing we did was give him a bath. The dog behaved well in the tub and when he dried off we were amazed at the blueish color he had.
We went a couple days with various names. Cody is someone else's name. Shiloh just didn't work. Nor did Sycamore.
I ran through the names of planets and when we got to Mars; That did it! Mars.
What a looker Mars was! Strangers would ask, "What kind of dog is that?" Upon hearing, "He's just a mutt." They would immediately start guessing: Sheppard? Doberman?
No one, likes to hear "mutt." So we came up with either Blue Heeler or Australian Shepard.
Somewhere at a truck stop in Missouri some trucker walked up to us and asked, "Hey buddy. What kind of dog you got there?"
"Blue Heeler", said I, with a straight face. The poor guy is probably still trying to find such a dog.
One day after we brought him home, he started barking ferociously at some goings on in the front yard. He ran from window to window and to me trying to get me to follow him.
"By God!" I thought, "This dog is trying to tell me something!"
I immediately grabbed the cordless and followed him, thinking there is some serious trouble going on out there. Perhaps someone stealing my car or a violent assault.
I looked out and saw the situation immediately.
A young mother was pushing her baby in a stroller.
Mars was a great Camping, Canoe, and Backpacking dog. Always staying near by and when a canoe overturned, he took it all in stride.
If a fellow back packer's dog sniffed my backpack, Mars would raise his lip and remind said dog not to mess with that pack.
I took Mars on a drive around the United States. I kept Mars in the Van while I was inside a Museum for two hours. I forgot and left the back door hatch open. My heart started racing when I saw what I had done.
When I got there, Mars was inside, snoozing.
When Susan became my X-wife, she did the nicest thing and let me keep Mars.
Susan moved to Chicago and we would meet at the halfway mark on Highway 55 and trade Mars for an occasional weekend. Mars the country dog also made a pretty good city dog.
My new wife Lori and I went hiking in the snow at Shawnee National Forest. In the middle of the forest, some cat meowed at us and came over to greet us. The cat had a particular hankering to walk in and out and under Mars' legs. The cat was more interested in the big dog and didn't seem too interested in the humans.
Lori and I had plenty of cats so we began walking. The cat followed us. We walked faster and that cat still followed us. Sometimes racing ahead to smell what Mars was smelling and running along side Mars.
The cat followed us a good mile back to the parking lot. Well how can you say no to such a sweet thing?
We left the Shawnee National Forest and Mars and Shawnee the cat became best friends.
To imagine what Shawnee was thinking, we guess that the cat thinks of Mars as her Mother. Mars didn't like the unasked for love so much but the two would snuggle together.
Of course Mars is in Find a Grave. I sure do wish dogs lived for a hundred years not 15 but that's the way it is.
Mars' hearing started to go and he stopped greeting me at the top of the stairs. My heart would flutter a bit until I found him sawing logs under the front picture window.
The Vet said it's time but you can take him home and try a different treatment. We brought him home to treat him with some experimental medicine, Saline and oxygen.
We got Mars home and made him comfortable in the living room near his big picture window looking out the front yard.
Mars was breathing heavy so I prepared to go to the hospital, where I work, and get an oxygen tank and some nose tubing. Lori got up to see me off.
Mars, probably thinking, "Hey where is everybody, I'm trying to cross over the Rainbow Bridge, were are those people?" He found us before I drove off on my mercy mission, and we led him back to his comfy spot in the living room.
Lori told Mars to stay there and promised him she won't go anywhere.
Something told me to stay and we both laid down with Mars and Snuggled with him. Perhaps willing him to let go.
So Mars died. In our arms. In his comfy spot.
You never have a choice on these things and euthanasia at the Vet's would have been OK too. But it was as if Mars picked his own time and place.
I called Susan to let her know and Lori and I buried Mars in the woods behind our house.
Ripple and Phobey, run through the forest where Mars and his little cat friends are buried. They have big paws to fill. Phobey, pronounced Foe-Bee, as in Phobos, named after a moon of the planet Mars.
Both new dogs are rescues.
If people ask, Ripple is a Blue Heeler and Phobey is an Australian Shepard.
Daffodil Hill Cemetery
St. Louis County
Created by: David Lurk
Record added: Jun 02, 2011
Find A Grave Memorial# 70744486