On December 23, 2021, Ruby, the Connecticut Delach’s senior family dog experienced noticeable distress. Michael and Drew took her to the emergency veterinarian who determined Ruby had massive tumors blocking her digestive tract. Father and son, both brave souls, did right by their very best friend by deciding that Ruby needed to be put to sleep to end her suffering.
One and a half years later her brother, Max, suffered the same fate. We were in New Hampshire on Sunday morning, May 28, 2023 when he began to experience similar distress. This was Max’s second episode in two weeks and this time it was worse and included bloody throw-up, a bad sign that cancer was present. We had no choice but to return home on Memorial Day so we could take Max to his vet on Tuesday. We did and when Dr. E. confirmed cancer, we faced the grim decision to let him go so he could join his sister in that place where the spirits of all good dogs go.
All of our grandchildren had grown up with Max and loved him. Ruby had been the sensible dog; Max was the clown. Mary Ann decided to cushion his loss by telling them that Max had reunited with Ruby in that good place by telling them: “Ruby and Max are together again. But she had to explain to her brother, ‘I’ve met a great group of friends here. I’ll introduce you to them, but don’t do something stupid to ruin it.”
In honor of Ruby, Max and all our very best friends, I have included the piece I wrote about the day we met the two of them for the first time.
Max and Ruby’s’ Arrival
Max and Ruby were eight weeks old when they arrived by truck from Missouri on Thursday, November 11, 2010. Their litter was born on September 9, and they were transported to Long Island by a dog trucking company called Pet Ex Express.
We had lost Maggie that summer and decided that we had one last Golden in us, but we would wait until November to welcome our new addition. In the interim Mary Ann decided to buy a second pup for our daughter-in-law, Jodie, as a birthday gift.
Jodie wanted a female, and we wanted a male. We picked the name Max and Jodie picked Ruby after the other principal characters in the comic / cartoon show: Max and Ruby.
Coming by truck produced its own complications. Steve, the driver, a good fellow who gave me his cell number, was clueless when it came to delivering in the New York Metropolitan area.
He expected to arrive on November 10 and Jodie drove down with our three grandchildren, Drew (11), Matt (8) and Samantha (4). The idea was for them to be with us that evening when the dogs arrived so they could meet and greet their Ruby. By eight o’clock that night, the kids had had it and poor Steve was lost in Manhattan. Mary Ann took charge, called him and told him, “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
He told her they had a stop at a local Port Washington pet store called Barkingham Palace and would deliver our puppies after that stop. “We’ll sleep in their parking lot.”
Knowing that my oldest grandson, Drew, was an early riser, I found him in the kitchen watching TV when I slipped out of bed the following morning. “Hey, Drew, let’s take a ride to find the truck. Don’t bother to change, just throw something on to keep warm”
Drew’s eyes lit up. He threw on slippers and a coat and off we went only to find an empty parking lot.
Right, I called Steve on my cell phone: “Where are you?”
“We’re at Burger King having breakfast.”
“Don’t go back to the pet store. My house is between Burger King and that store. Use your GPS.”
I gave Drew my phone so he could call home to tell his mom and Mary Ann what was up while I headed for Burger King. “Grandpa, how will we know what truck to look for?”
“Simple, Drew, look for a truck with Missouri plates.”
We arrived to see a panel truck with “Show Me” state plates pull out of the lot. “See those plates, Drew, that’s our truck. Let’s follow it. Call home, tell them we’re on our way.”
Drew and I reached the driveway at the same time as the PetEx truck. Everybody poured out onto Roger Drive in eager anticipation. Steve’s helper emerged from the truck and presented these two beautiful babies into the loving hands of their new families.
Mary Ann and Jodie each hoisted one into the air to confirm who was Max and who was Ruby.
With shouts of joy, squeals of delight and vocal pandemonium, we welcomed two very confused puppies who soon would come to realize, they were home. Once again, we had two big orange dogs in our lives.
Both Ruby and Max were cremated and we plan to inter their remains in the field that surrounds our house in New Hampshire. On one side, stands a steel pole filled with concrete that once supported our big dish. Red, with rust, we christened it, the Baton Rouge and we made it the marker for the remains of our deceased best friends. We plan to inter these two very best friends during the Fourth of July weekend so they can join all the others who came before them.
On the Outside Looking” will not publish again until July 12, 2023.