Appa

In Loving Memory of Our Dear Appa

Appa came to us from Puerto Rico. He was rescued by an amazing organization there from a life on the streets. He was scarred, emaciated, missing his tail, and would not make eye contact with humans or other animals. After some TLC, he was sent to Wisconsin to find a family. We were lucky enough to welcome him into our pack as our second dog. Our son, in particular, was smitten with him.

Despite weak back legs and a lifetime of trauma, Appa was a gentle giant who slowly came out of his shell. In the four years we had him, he became famous for his goofy antics and smile. When we welcomed a third dog into our home, Appa was that frightened little rescue's instant favorite.

In his last months, Appa's body was healthy, but his mind began to stray from us. He began barking in fear at things only he could see, and began spending his nights getting lost in the house he knew so well. He was anxious and withdrawn, seemingly into memories of more painful times.

We promised him when he came to us that he would never know pain or fear ever again. It was time to keep that promise.

Appa died at home on a beautiful summer afternoon, surrounded by his pack of humans and canines. It was one of the most painful and beautiful moments of our family's life. Doctor Carrie has a presence that is more angelic than human. She brought with her a peace and compassion that we sorely needed. Our other two dogs, who usually jump all over visitors, calmly greeted her, responding to her energy.

We miss our sweet Appa every day. We miss his way of stealing our spots on the sofa when we get up for a moment. We miss his excitement when it's time for a walk, and we miss seeing him lounge in the sun in our backyard. A dog who had experienced some of the greatest cruelties of life was somehow the sweetest we've ever known. We will forever miss our boy. Love you, Appa. Your legs are strong again, and there's no more fear. See you across the rainbow bridge. <3