The day we met, you’d think we were there for a celebrity as the cars were lined up around a corner on Riverdale Road. You literally run to the top of a hill to get to the destination since it is “First come, first serve.” When we made it to the top, there he was – a rescue puppy from Northern New Mexico with one brown eye and one blue eye at Lifeline Puppy Rescue.
Over the next 14 years, he became known as my “Wrigs”, Wrigley Field Rippy, and held the position of my companion and best friend. When I first got him, I was telecommuting and working from home. We would go on three walks a day, just like clockwork; morning, lunchtime and after work. If I was running a few minutes late on a break, he would bring my tennis shoes to me and let me know it was time to go and stare at me until we went.
We took camping trips in the mountains and stayed at several lakes all over Colorado. We went snowshoeing at St. Mary’s Glacier and hiked all over the state in all four seasons. We took road trips through New Mexico and Arizona. He loved cold weather and sticking his head out the window, no matter what the temperature was. He chased rabbits and frogs and loved to camp and go into ponds. His favorite thing to do was walk and just be by my side.
Together we made it through some of the hardest days. He had torn his Cranial Cruciate Ligament (CCL) in one knee requiring surgery, and tore the other knee in the months that followed, requiring another surgery. After I lost my dad, I found it difficult to go outside, let alone walk, because I couldn’t stop crying. Wrigley kept me moving forward on the days I didn’t think I could move. On April 12th, 2022, he let me know that he couldn’t move forward anymore and I had to say goodbye to my best friend on one of the hardest days of my life. ADOPT a pet. The life you save may just be your own. I know my Wrigley Field Rippy rescued mine.