But after a couple weeks at my crash pad in another city where I work, hours away, he was hurting to the point I knew even that would not work. I called my husband, who made the above stairs. Now in the picture - they are not done, it was just set out for some measurements. The final product would have some blocks under the middle to make the hinge angle positive rather than negative Then to connect the top to the porch where Barkley didn't have to step up or down, keeping it secure, there would be eyebolts into the riser for the first step and then some carriage bolts added as pegs under the ramp to hook into the eyebolts in the center where it folded to keep it straight. Then rails, so Barkley couldn't tumble off, When it wasn't being used, it could be folded up and put on the sun porch. It was an experiment. While Barkley was being overnighted at the vet to do some additional tests and a biopsy, I made the 8 hour round trip to check on it and bring emergency sandwiches.
Making it with just one length of wood, would get him to the ground but at too steep an angle.
Please can I have a skateboard?
But Barkley never got a chance to use it. He was in too much pain to travel again and his days with us were short, the tests showing very advanced bone cancer. But in looking at the photos of the ramp now, and the amount of work my husband put into it, well into the wee hours of the night, after working long days as an engineer, to craft it in two days, I realized just how lucky I was to have him.
If you've read The Book of Barkley you know our basic story. We were friends for many years online (I knew a couple members of his family) but due to the age difference (24 years, though we are both the Chinese "Year of the Dog") we always said "well too bad. . . . ." and then we met in person---he, Barkley and I. After that, the three of us weren't apart much, and when I fell on ice, walking Barkley and tore my meniscus, on our first official weekend together as a couple and he canceled his Christmas to drive me hundreds of miles to an orthopedic surgeon, taking leave from work to tend to Barkley and I while I recovered---I knew I had a keeper.
And he's been wonderful to Abby as she got comfortable after being in a shelter for five months.
I hear Dad's car alarm - he's home!
Now there is Lorelei - clearly a "Daddy's Girl".
We have an anniversary this month of our first date - and I just wanted to say. EJ - you are the best husband ever and Abby (and now Lorelei) is one lucky dog. And I am SO happy you rebuilt the Mt. Everest of steps for me! (by repositioning them 90 degrees we were able to fully fence in the yard for the dogs).