Our beloved cocker spaniel, Spoodac, came into our family after I read an ad on Thanksgiving in 1994 for cocker spaniel puppies and Bud and I agreed that maybe it was time for a dog. Stephen had just turned 5, and we felt we were ready for the added responsibility. The Saturday after Thanksgiving we went to the family/breeder that had the puppies and picked out our little ball of black fur. We decided to surprise the kids on Christmas with the dog…and the breeder agreed to keep him until Christmas afternoon.
Uncle Stephen was there that Christmas and joined the fun when the kids discovered the “one more present,” a box of dog stuff hidden behind the sofa. It was immediate love at first sight. Uncle Stephen kept the puppy on his lap for most of his visit that year and we’ll always treasure the memories we have of him sharing in a favorite family Christmas.
As you can probably surmise, we had to say good-bye to Spoo today. The last couple of nights Spoodac has been waking me up around three which I thought was because he needed to go out. This morning, I woke up to him sounding very anxious and agitated. When I put on the light, he was stumbling around in circles and his head was twitching. He did not calm down…after an hour I gave him some of Katy’s Phenobarbital to see if it would calm him. It did enough to stop the pacing, but he still did not have good balance. Stephen and I were committed to making and baking my biscuits for the 100 expected at the Waynesboro soup kitchen, so Bud came over at 8:30 and stayed with the dogs, while we kept that part of the commitment. When we got home, we took Spoodac to the emergency vets…his first visit unlike our other dog and cat! The vet advised that given the age, the neurological symptoms, etc., that it was most likely a brain tumor. We did not want Spoo to continue to be so distraught though he did not seem to be in physical pain. We made the decision to let him go and permanently rest. It was very quiet and peaceful ending, after we said our goodbyes.
Spoodac was truly a faithful dog. The name came from the kids wanting to call him Spooky because he was born on Halloween. Bud and I had watched Washington Week in Review many a Friday night and had decided we would name our first dog “Dudac” which was the last name of a producer of the show. Hence, Spoodac. Spoodac was very smart; he loved playing catch above all else. Even with heavy cataract eyes, he still would jump and make a mid air catch of the ball or his favorite toy newspaper. Just a couple of days ago, I found the newspaper hidden away because dog toys are a no in a staged for sale house. I played catch with Spoodac and was amazed that he still had such a spirited response. He has been showing his age by sleeping a lot, getting hard of sight and hearing, but he could still catch, fetch and give the squirrels a good chase.
So we have come to an end of the 14 wonderful years of having Spoodac present in our family. I love you, Spoo, my ever faithful, smart, beautiful, compassionate, companion. I will miss you terribly, but I am so THANKFUL for your wonderful, long, healthy life.
Blessings this Thanksgiving,
Jeanne









