Freia lost her best friend today, and I lost a good friend too, and his owners’ hearts are breaking tonight.
Rufus was in the back seat of a car that was hit by a rotten juvenile in a stolen car. Rufus was thrown from the car in the accident and ran 3 blocks away to the back bathroom of a warehouse where he died of internal injuries, probably scared and sadly alone.
This is so wrong.
Rufus was certainly one of the best dogs I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. Gentle, curious, shy, affectionate, big and bumbling.
He met Freia when they were both wobbly puppies, with Freia his surrogate big sister, teaching him good habits and bad (mainly bad). He didn’t have a mean bone in his body and adored his owner so much that your heart melted to see them together. Rufus was smaller than Freia when they first met, but within a few months grew into a very tall dog, unsure of where his legs were a lot of the time.
He was king of the sucker punch, catching his playmates unaware from behind, who would then chase after him – just his plan all along. Rufus made me want to get a Ridgeback companion for Freia full time, but I also knew that no dog would be quite like him. The combination of good genes and nothing but tender loving care from his owner made him into a truly special dog. He settled into my heart and I will carry him with me forever.