05/12/2026
Blayz - A celebration of life.
I scoured the internet for a comforting quote to send to Denise, something about the loss of a young dog. But I couldn’t find anything comforting enough for a family preparing to say goodbye to a dog who is only two years old. Life can be so cruel.
Often, there is a sense of peace during these sessions because we know the dog has lived a long, full life. But there is a different kind of weight on the heart when it’s a dog who should have had a decade or more left. I can relate to Denise, Shawn, and the girls; I lost a dog at the age of two who looked an awful lot like Blayz. I understand the torment they are feeling, and it isn't fair.
Months ago, Blayz was diagnosed with what seemed like ear infections. His balance was off and he wasn't well. When medicine didn't help, things progressed until he began suffering from severe seizures. Despite trying various medications, his condition continued to worsen. A recent appointment with a neurologist confirmed that Blayz is facing major neurological issues that would require tens of thousands of dollars in treatment and a lifetime of heavy medicating and therapy. It breaks my heart to even type this: Blayz will never have a normal life.
During my time with Blayz and his family, I saw his struggle to walk, the buckling of his feet, and his confusion. But I also saw the immense love he has for his mom, dad, and two girls. I saw the way he leaned into them for comfort and the way he looked into their eyes. He is such a loyal dog, one who desperately wants to go for walks, chase squirrels, lounge on the couch, play with his thirteen-year-old pack mate, Nova, and enjoy his favorite blue freezies.
Our Creator in heaven better have the comfiest couch, the biggest, greenest fields, and an endless supply of freezies, because Blayz deserves the absolute best. And if I could ask one favor, it would be for the Creator to introduce Blayz to my childhood dog, Eddy. I think they’d hit it off, especially since Eddy looked just like Nova.
I personally struggle with loss, and I always search for meaning because reasoning sometimes brings comfort. I’d like to leave Denise with this thought: during my visit, she shared how Blayz came to be hers. He was rescued from a situation that was far from ideal. At the time, Denise was actually fearful of big dogs and didn't want him in the house, yet her heart was too big to let him slip through the cracks. Even though she was scared, she let him in, intending to find him a home elsewhere. She had no idea he was going to wiggle his way right into her heart.
Denise, I believe Blayz had an earthly mission to help you overcome that fear. That strength is something you can carry with you forever to honor him.
To Denise, Shawn, and the girls: I am so incredibly sorry for what you are going through. My heart is with you, and especially with sweet Blayz. I know that if your love could keep him here, he would stay forever. Biggest hugs to you all.
