So I realize a bunch of you were anxious to read about Julius Peppers last week and were a little disappointed when we didn't have the story up right away. I apologize, but I truly had my hands tied. At the Gazette, we were forced to take a week-long furlough before the end of June. I pushed mine back to the last possible week, which was, of course, when the Peppers story broke regarding his signing his tender.
While I begged my sports editor to allow me to write the story, he was insistent that I not because of legal ramifications. So I reluctantly had to hand the story off to another writer, which, believe me, really bothered me. It took a little longer than I'd like for the story to be posted here on the site, but again, my hands were tied.
Again, my apologies.
as it turns out, less than an hour I could really care less about Julius Peppers and franchise tags as life was put in perspective.
(The rest of this, by the way, has nothing to do with football, but you're welcome read on if you'd like...)
While at the beach in Hilton Head last Wednesday "vacationing" (is it really vacation if you're not getting paid?) with my wife and two boys, I received a call from the nearby kennel where they were keeping my great dane, Madison. She'd grown ill and they called me to come over.
Ironically, the morning before my son Connor and I had taken her for a walk on the beach and, even though she was 10, she acted like a new puppy, full of energy and enthusiasm. At 147 pounds, our Maddie girl always commanded a lot of attention anywhere we went, but always upheld the great dane tradition of being a true gentle giant. Folks even stopped us on the beach and asked to have their pictures taken with us. We had a great morning.
It's hard to believe things could change so quickly.
The next day her stomach turned (like what happened in "Marley and Me"), causing her great pain. Surgery, at her age, simply wasn't an option.
At about 4:30 p.m., I had to make the most difficult decision of my life, having to put Maddie to sleep. To say Maddie was a member of our family would be a disservice to her. She was much more. She was my best friend, always there to cheer me up after a rough day.
As crazy as it sounds, it's tough to focus on anything else at times as her memories are omnipresent. Our family shed a lot of tears over the past week and anyone who's truly loved an animal knows that pain.
I'm not really sure why I'm sharing all of this except that after 15 years I feel a certain connection with you, my readers. I feel like you deserve to know what's going on in my life away from my computer. And, I guess, somehow writing about her in some way helps the healing process. So thank you for listening.
Rest in peace, my gentle giant. I'll never forget you, Maddie.