Watch a wild tribute to Tripawds Spokesdawg II Wyatt Ray for his three-year angelversary.
Oh Wyatt, how have three years gone by since you moved on to your next assignment? Your spirit is strong as ever, we still hear your barks echoing alongside us wherever we go.
All dogs have something to teach us, and hoo boy you had plenty of lessons for us didn’t you?
In our 12 years together, you showed us what comes from determination and hard work. With a little play thrown in too, of course.
Tripawds wouldn’t be what it is if it wasn’t for your encouragement to keep our heads down, and do the work that needed to be done.
Today we are still doing it thanks to you, and all the dogs and cats out there who deserve another chance at the good life. We do what we do to honor your memory, you sweet, wild, loud, crazy dawg.
Thank you for being you Wyatt, and helping us become better humans.
Always in our hearts, running free with the coyotes.
Tripawds Spokesdog Wyatt Ray Dawg ponders the concept of time on his first birthday at the Rainbow Bridge.
Hey everyone, bet you didn’t think you’d hear from me again huh? Well, after all these years you should know I can’t keep quiet very long. Especially because today is my first birthday at the Bridge!
My furiend Holly made this card for my mom, isn’t it great?
Oh wait, I’m not one years old. In human years, I would have turned twelve today. At least we think today is that day, it’s all just a big guess. But really who cares? A number is just a number and that date or number of years really doesn’t matter to me. I’m just happy that I got a chance to wear my earth clothes for the time that I did!
My mom is sad today and I wish she would see things my way. There’s something about marking time that gets you humans all worked up. But you know, guys, that dogs and cats don’t keep calendars. We really don’t care how many months, years, or days have gone by.
All that matters to us is that each day is spent doing something we love, with the pack mates we care about most. Now, are you doing that today? I sure hope so. Because if you were wondering what to get me for a birthday present, that’s all I want; for you humans to Be More Dog and learn to live every day to the max. Got it? Good!
The time came for my people to Let go and Let Dog. To follow the course of nature, and help me be free of these worn out earth clothes.
I think Humans are part Retriever. They love to go out and play fetch for all kinds of things. Money. Cars. Houses. Cats. Dogs. But when they finally get those things, they sure have a hard time letting go of what they find.
The Wild Boy we will always remember.
In 2009 my parents found me and didn’t let go. I was so glad. We hung on together for a wild ride criss-crossing all over the continent in our doghouse on wheels. My life has been everything a dog could want. All along we knew it couldn’t last forever, but we pressed on, ignoring the truth.
What a long strange trip it was.
Earlier this year, I tried to prepare my humans that it would soon be time to let go of me. I slowed down. All those daily physical therapy exercises weren’t doing what they used to. I got weak.
Yeah, it’s hard to believe, I know. How does a loud, rowdy punk rock dog like me get old and wear out? My people tried so hard to not let it happen. We followed canine rehab therapists advice my whole life. My coaches worked me hard. I never got a pawliday from fitness!
Work. Work. Work. That’s me.
But twelve years went by, and then it happened. Nature bats last as they say.
A couple of months ago I knew it was time to ditch these earth clothes of mine. They served their purpose, and I looked great wearing them didn’t I? My people felt sad there were no miracles left for this geriatric Tripawd dog.
Forever a wild boy.
I held out as long as I could, until I could not. Last week I spoke to Mom, and I spoke to Dad. I showed them I needed to move on. And after lots of tears and talking, they agreed.
It was time for them to let go. It was time to let dog.
And so they did. Yesterday on November 10, they helped me hop out of my achy old bones. While stuffing my face with hot dogs and Auntie Carla’s Cosmic Cookies, I bowed out of this earthly dimension and barked my way to the Rainbow Bridge.
Let Go. Let Dog. I. Am. Free.
Please don’t be sad for me. Listen here people. I’m gone from the earth, but not from the heavens and definitely not from your hearts. Listen for my bark. I’m always by your side Tripawds friends.
Wyatt Ray Dawg. 01/03/09 – 11/10/20
Please join us for a live video tribute call to celebrate the life of Wyatt Ray Dawg and all our tripawd angels
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Topic: Tribute to our Three Legged Angel Wyatt Ray and
All Our Tripawd Angels at the Bridge
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Wyatt Ray the three-legged Shepherd shares some summer dawg highlights of his time in Oregon, and a little news on where he is staying now.
Where does the time go? My people say that a lot. Now I’m saying it. Two days ago it was June, when I last wrote to you my friends. And now, it’s August? How did that happen?
I had a good summer in Oregon!
It’s been a long, lazy summer on the big property by the river that we stayed on.
I love getting pushed around in my chariot. Who says only cats get staff? I have my very own chauffer.
Some days it’s too hot to wear a fur coat, but I can’t do anything about that you know. Instead, I’ve got my staff and Swamp Cooler to help me chill. Life is good.
Sometimes you just gotta break out the Swamp Cooler!
It was so hot for a while. Before it cooled off again, it was time to to hit the road. My grandpawrents need us with them in Los Angeles. So we packed up and I got to be a road dawg once more. Boy, that’s been a while! I furgot what it was like to go from truck stop to truck stop.
Wooohooo! I’m a road dawg again!
And now, we are here in the big city. We aren’t seeing much of it because of the virus. My mom pushes me in the chariot when it’s not too hot.
But I don’t care about the heat anymore. I’m livin’ large in the big, cool house, not in the doghouse on wheels, at least for now.
Instead of regulating the elk and watching for intruders in the mountains, I’m chillin’ with the a/c. This is the life! I ain’t never going back to that hot outdoors! Some day I’ll want to go out to the woods again, but no time soon. Home is where we park it. And right now, it’s good to be a city dawg.
Wyatt share his new life with senior Tripawd dog exercises, swimming and canine rehab for pain relief on his achy old bones.
Did you know that even senior Tripawd dogs need exercise? I’m proof! Check it out!
Wyatt doesn’t know he’s 11 years old!
Workin’ Out with Senior Tripawd Dogs Like Me
How’s it going pawty people? Can you believe it’s summer? I hope that you and your peeps are doing alright. Mom and Dad keep saying “These are crazy times” but I don’t know what they mean. I’ve always put the Crazy in their life, since 2009!
With all those years behind me, I’m a little slower these days. My peeps noticed, and they wanted to find out what to do about it, so they talked to my favorite rehab people on the computer the other day.
The dogtors asked mom and dad to make me do some exercises. Nothing too hard, as you can tell.
I’m still pawsome right? But the dogtor saw this video and was like “Oh yeah, well we can’t say until we see him in person. But it looks like lumbosacral disease.”
And I’m like lumbo who? The dogtor says “Well, it’s not surprising since he’s a senior Tripawd dog. But it’s also a German Shepherd thing.” I don’t know what that means but now I’m getting all kinds of extra attention, thanks to her orders. She’s in Colorado, and since I’m not a traveling dawg this summer, we won’t be seeing her for a while. Until then, is my life…
First I get to pond swim every other day. Not really swimming though. The dogtor only wants me walking in water. That’s why I’m on a long leash here. I try to swim far but mom reels me back like a fish.
But Mommmm I want to swim! What’s up with this walking thing?
Next, I get to see another dogtor every week. At least for a while. He’s a nice dude but he sticks needles in me. What the?
Another day, another dogtor.
It didn’t really hurt and I didn’t mind, since I got peanut butter the whole time. And the next day I felt so much better, my achy old bones weren’t hurting as much. Mom thinks she saw something new in my hop. The dogtor says he thinks the needles will keep me feeling good.
Um, why are there needles in my butt?
Mom and Dad are also doing all these new senior Tripawd dog exercises with me. They’re not as hard as my old ones, but I still have to work hard to do them.
At the end of the day, every now and then Mom tries to put a cold thing my back leg, ’cause that’s what the dogtor wants. I don’t really like it and try to run away, but she keeps trying.
Come any closer and I’ll . . .
These people, I tell ya. If it were up to me I would lay around all day. But the dogtor says to keep me moving or my back end will get stiff and hurt more. I don’t mind, especially if it means I get more peanut butter.
Well that’s it for now party peoples. Keep on hoppin’, stay pawsitive and I will too!
