he looks like he was a good boy for a long time. a couple of months before my good boy pass on, I started slipping him some chicken from the table from time to time. the last year was hard on him and me. and I tried to make it easier for him. he used to dig the carrots out of the ground to eat them, damn dog. just looking at him, I want to feed him something good and keep him warm.
Damn dogs were getting into & digging my raised beds. Jumped the damn fence I saw after setting up trail cam - put up bigger fence - all good
Until I was in there harvesting carrots & caught Bear (rescue mix) snatching carrots out of the bucket when I wasn't looking....
Btw, Bear looked like this pup when we got him from animal shelter. He'd been left tied to a tree, owner moved out of state. He was 32# when we took him home. He weighs 60# now. Also lived through caval syndrome, emergency worm pull, meds $800 a month for about a year - so yeah, he's fine but I'm still recovering from the costs lol
An old white faced pup. I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl but think of the many years of joy this pup has brought to someone's home. The love immeasurable.
That ol boy's seen a few winters. He's grateful for every morning he opens his eyes and sees his boss. Ellie's starting to get some white coming in, she's 6 next October. A better companion I could never ask for. I take her into D&B Supply, folks just about line up to spend a minute with her, kids especially.
my slim was kind of like that too. big goofy roadie ridgeback, all of 110 pounds of muscle and slobber. he loved everyone, kids the most. called him slim because when I got him from the pound he was so thin, he could slip thru the fence. almost skin and bones, but in a few months he started filling out and he got a lot bigger than I thought he would.
Damn fine dog. Looks a bit like my girl Bridgette that we lost back in 2014 at 17 years old. Her muzzle was all gray, she was nearly blind and deaf, but she still wagged her tail at us each morning. I miss that girl very much.
We don't deserve dogs, but God gave 'em to us to make us happy.
I love dogs. More than I love most people. And it hurts just too damn much to put them down. So after putting that last one down, I decided that I am too much of a pussy to deal with the pain. No more dogs for me. I am sure at some point one will just walk into my life, but for now I am not pursuing one.
I'm with you, Friend. Five years ago I lost two of my best personality plus dogs in a twelve hour period. One died in my arms of natural causes, the other I had a vet help me say goodbye here at the house. Boy, was that tough to take.
Looks like my BorderJack, Sprite who just passed away Monday at 10 am in my arms as I was carrying her outside to lay in the sunshine. Born Dec. 3rd, 2001, 22 years old and only started having trouble getting up on Sunday. She had a good run and brought much joy to my life. I cried for 4 hours while I dug her grave and have shed many tears again just looking in her direction. I keep throwing apple cores and broccoli stems where her bed used to be-probably why she lived so long, crazy for broccoli. There is going to be a whole mess of dogs waiting for me when I get to Dog heaven.
I did not cry when my mom passed, she knew it was coming due to lung cancer. My dad died one year later of a broken heart. I broke down alone and cried for a couple of hours, at the loss both of them. Now, the loss of my pets with never fail to hit my heart like a sledge hammer. I guess it's because they don't ask so much I've missed them so badly.
We had a GSD - Cocker Spaniel mix who lived for 18 years. The last two or three my wife was stewing chicken for him and he lived on stewed chicken and rice. He couldn't tolerate anything else. The day he squatted for a poop and couldn't stand back up, I knew that was the end. I'm sure I'm not the first old man the vet had seen cry.
My Good Boy is 18, deaf and mostly blind, but he still enjoys his life and gets around pretty well; no signs of pain or arthritis. He gets treats every day now - deli meat or bacon. (The cat, who is not old, benefits greatly from this policy, because we share.)
Our girl Macy turns sixteen this spring. No pain yet but pretty slow and stone deaf but still manages to be sure and show her love for us. Well us and her share of kolaches or sausage biscuits. Eighty-five pounds of very welcome lap dog. If there are no dogs in Heaven.......
Best one yet. Almost had me crying thinking about that day that's coming for my little buddy. He's getting really gray and slowing down. Backwoods Okie
he looks like he was a good boy for a long time. a couple of months before my good boy pass on, I started slipping him some chicken from the table from time to time.
ReplyDeletethe last year was hard on him and me. and I tried to make it easier for him.
he used to dig the carrots out of the ground to eat them, damn dog.
just looking at him, I want to feed him something good and keep him warm.
Damn dogs were getting into & digging my raised beds. Jumped the damn fence I saw after setting up trail cam - put up bigger fence - all good
DeleteUntil I was in there harvesting carrots & caught Bear (rescue mix) snatching carrots out of the bucket when I wasn't looking....
Btw, Bear looked like this pup when we got him from animal shelter. He'd been left tied to a tree, owner moved out of state. He was 32# when we took him home. He weighs 60# now. Also lived through caval syndrome, emergency worm pull, meds $800 a month for about a year - so yeah, he's fine but I'm still recovering from the costs lol
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An old white faced pup. I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl but think of the many years of joy this pup has brought to someone's home. The love immeasurable.
ReplyDeleteOld dogs are the best.
ReplyDeletePardon me while I grab a hankie in remembrance of the wonderful old dogs I've said goodbye to.
That ol boy's seen a few winters. He's grateful for every morning he opens his eyes and sees his boss. Ellie's starting to get some white coming in, she's 6 next October. A better companion I could never ask for. I take her into D&B Supply, folks just about line up to spend a minute with her, kids especially.
ReplyDeletemy slim was kind of like that too. big goofy roadie ridgeback, all of 110 pounds of muscle and slobber. he loved everyone, kids the most. called him slim because when I got him from the pound he was so thin, he could slip thru the fence. almost skin and bones, but in a few months he started filling out and he got a lot bigger than I thought he would.
DeleteLooks like pain meds should be applied. I have lost three old souls to cancers
ReplyDeleteGood old friend.
ReplyDeleteDusty in here.
ReplyDeleteI wish I was half the person my dog thinks I am.
ReplyDeleteIt is dusty in here
What a cool thing to say.
DeleteBest friends ever.
ReplyDeleteLay down and hug that dogbuddy; the comments here are spot on.
Damn fine dog. Looks a bit like my girl Bridgette that we lost back in 2014 at 17 years old. Her muzzle was all gray, she was nearly blind and deaf, but she still wagged her tail at us each morning. I miss that girl very much.
ReplyDeleteWe don't deserve dogs, but God gave 'em to us to make us happy.
I love dogs. More than I love most people. And it hurts just too damn much to put them down. So after putting that last one down, I decided that I am too much of a pussy to deal with the pain. No more dogs for me. I am sure at some point one will just walk into my life, but for now I am not pursuing one.
ReplyDeleteI'm with you, Friend.
DeleteFive years ago I lost two of my best personality plus dogs in a twelve hour period. One died in my arms of natural causes, the other I had a vet help me say goodbye here at the house. Boy, was that tough to take.
I don't think you are a pussy. It hurts man. Every time I have to put a dog to sleep I'm crying like a kid with snot running out my nose. It sucks.
DeleteMe too, Friends. Me too.
DeleteLooks like my BorderJack, Sprite who just passed away Monday at 10 am in my arms as I was carrying her outside to lay in the sunshine. Born Dec. 3rd, 2001, 22 years old and only started having trouble getting up on Sunday. She had a good run and brought much joy to my life. I cried for 4 hours while I dug her grave and have shed many tears again just looking in her direction. I keep throwing apple cores and broccoli stems where her bed used to be-probably why she lived so long, crazy for broccoli.
DeleteThere is going to be a whole mess of dogs waiting for me when I get to Dog heaven.
I did not cry when my mom passed, she knew it was coming due to lung cancer. My dad died one year later of a broken heart. I broke down alone and cried for a couple of hours, at the loss both of them.
DeleteNow, the loss of my pets with never fail to hit my heart like a sledge hammer. I guess it's because they don't ask so much I've missed them so badly.
My sympathies, Anon. Unfortunately, I know how you feel.
DeleteThanks for sharing Sprite's story with us, Anon.
Delete22 years. Wow, what a life. And how sweet she died in your arms. That's a tear jerker.
I read a comment somewhere that I'll paraphrase.... and it left me crushed.
ReplyDelete"I now begin a time where I will remember you, longer that I knew you."
Bayouwulf
We had a GSD - Cocker Spaniel mix who lived for 18 years. The last two or three my wife was stewing chicken for him and he lived on stewed chicken and rice. He couldn't tolerate anything else. The day he squatted for a poop and couldn't stand back up, I knew that was the end. I'm sure I'm not the first old man the vet had seen cry.
ReplyDeleteA elder statesman of the family,the stories he can tell.
ReplyDeleteI'm in good company here!
ReplyDeleteChutes Magoo
You know you're in good company when you see that picture of CharlieGodammit in the sidebar. Kenny shared him with us for years.
DeleteMy Good Boy is 18, deaf and mostly blind, but he still enjoys his life and gets around pretty well; no signs of pain or arthritis. He gets treats every day now - deli meat or bacon. (The cat, who is not old, benefits greatly from this policy, because we share.)
ReplyDeleteOur girl Macy turns sixteen this spring. No pain yet but pretty slow and stone deaf but still manages to be sure and show her love for us. Well us and her share of kolaches or sausage biscuits. Eighty-five pounds of very welcome lap dog. If there are no dogs in Heaven.......
ReplyDeleteLove 'em while you can. They leave a big hole when they are gone.
ReplyDeleteBest one yet. Almost had me crying thinking about that day that's coming for my little buddy. He's getting really gray and slowing down.
ReplyDeleteBackwoods Okie
God spelled backward. Rip puppy
ReplyDeleteIt's so hard to say good bye to your best friend
"Entrance to Heaven is granted by Favor...if it were granted by merit, only dogs would get in!"
ReplyDeleteMark Twain