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Sucks dude. I’d say she was lucky to find you.14 years ago my Grandad found a scrawny, starving, 6 week old puppy in the brush pile beside his house. When we came for a visit the next week, my son (8 years old at the time) fell in love with her. My Grandad looked me in the eye and said matter-of-factly, "A boy oughta have a dog." We brought her home with us.
Best damn dog I could have ever imagined. Obedient. Loving. Forgiving. Fun. My son spent so many days exploring the woods with her by his side. She was such a huge part of our family. Went everywhere with us. Was my hiking buddy, riding around in the truck buddy, hanging out buddy.
She died this morning as soon as my wife and I came downstairs. Feeling blessed that she lived a good life and was happy and healthy for her age right up to the very end. This was a tough one. Loved that dog.
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Same thoughts here.I felt worse about my last dog dying than I have most relatives. It’s horrible. Tried to tell myself that the silver lining would be a little more free time and not being as tied to home, but that was BS. I put down a deposit on a new dog within 2 weeks.
I'm the same way. The three hardest things for me to deal with have been a close relative dying, my parents divorce, and having to put down my Lab. The Lab takes the cake... in spades. (I think that also means I've been lucky.)I felt worse about my last dog dying than I have most relatives. It’s horrible. Tried to tell myself that the silver lining would be a little more free time and not being as tied to home, but that was BS. I put down a deposit on a new dog within 3 weeks.
That is perfect
Sorry, Sytes. Sounds like you two had a good life together.Didn't want to start a new thread. Great sentiment shared within and I appreciated the re-read.
The love given that humans can not match.
Last night/this morning, I had to put Jasper, my bloodhound, to rest. 11 y/o. Pet his head, stroked his coat as the IV was placed and injections administered.
I rarely cry though not a dog I've had that I didn't and Jasper was no different.
Age and neurological malfunctioning hind quarters came to a close when he howled last evening, finally unable to make his legs work. Time extended w/ gabapentin, a pain med, and as much time with him as possible. Vet said he likely had a month and pretty much to the day.
Amazing time spent together. I could go on and on though...
My third bloodhound and likely my last. I think I said that the last time.
The camaraderie during trailing courses. The peaceful relaxation for even myself, watching him laying on the deck, a dock, or in a grass field. Thanks for all you shared, good buddy.
Anyhow, needed a place to share my thoughts. Thanks.