Our bestest friend and puppy in the world, Ryelee, crossed the Rainbow Bridge on the evening of 9/26/2025, peacefully at home after a brief but rapid decline over the prior two days.
His decline began sometime before breakfast yesterday. Thankfully he died at home without pain or visible suffering; and without euthanasia. Apparently, his “batteries” just ran out of charge.
Rye was really special. Barked a lot to show excitement and happiness, but he never bit us — except in enthusiastically grabbing treats from our hands — and never showed distemper or anger toward us. Never growled a warning at us for anything other than a perceived threat against us from strangers. If meekness is a virtue worth emulating, he was the living model of it. He was a true field dog and “hunter” — specialties in geese, deer, and groundhogs. We rescued him from a group of “angels” just south of West Point when (as we were told) he was eight on October 28, 2015. That makes him eighteen years old — though the vets kept reducing his age the older he got because they couldn’t believe how healthy and full of life he was.
Anyway in preparing to drive his remains to a veterinary hospital for cremation, we were looking for toys to include, but truthfully we were his toys and all he ever wanted to be with.
You should all know what a good, good boy he was, and how much joy he brought to our lives. (Tucker, our other pup, is noticeably bummed to now be the Number One dog without having any longer to contend for it.)
(Videos on Rye’s YouTube page are from happier days. He was beautiful.)
Here’s a link to the Ryelee & Tucker VIDEO Page, where their joint antics are hopefully immortalized. Maybe you too will have an opportunity to get to know how very special Rye truly was by watching him perform candidly over the last six or seven years.
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