Loved By Gail Ruth

Remembering Ben

Ben came into my life as a 10-week-old puppy. My friend and I drove seven hours to bring him home—he was the puppy that I had to have. He quickly grew into a 99-pound happy, friendly guy, and was definitely the neighborhood clown. He loved to meet up with his human and dog neighbors and carried his tennis ball with him on every walk—mostly to taunt others for not having one. He was loyal, protective, loving, and my constant companion. Ben was just six years old when he was diagnosed with lymphoma. He took his chemo treatments like a champ and most days were good days. He passed away on January 15, 2024, after two difficult weeks, as “skilled hands granted him the merciful boon of eternal rest.” He’d just turned seven four weeks earlier. It was too soon to say goodbye. He will always be remembered, dearly loved, and painfully missed.