Man's Best Friend Died

My kids are of the furry and four legged variety, too. 

Please convey my sympathies to your son and daughter-in-law.

Unfortunately, some breeders breed for the "outside" factor - coloring, markings, size, shape, etc and don't take into consideration the the "inside" factors - genetic diseases that may not manifest until the puppy (or in some instances kitten) matures. 

Marcella, this is for you and anyone who has lost a ittle friend. It was given to me when I lost mine and I like to pass it on. 

DOG'S DON'T HAVE SOULS, DO THEY???

I remember bringing  you home.  You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur.  You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping.  Once in a while, you'd let out a little yelp just to let me know this was your territory.  Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes.

As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by.  When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging.  When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap looking for attention.  You never asked for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.

As you got older, you moved around more slowly.  Then one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore.  I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again.  You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me to do one more favor.

With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet.  One last time you were lying next to me.  For some strange reason you were able to stand up in the animal hospital - perhaps it was your sense of pride.  As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say:  "Thank you for taking care of me".....

I thought;  "No - my very good friend, THANK YOU for taking care of ME".

Marcella, What a awful thing for you son and his wife to go through. Please send them our condolences and hugs,

Ginger

Sadly..Roscoe had to be put down in Oct of 2008. He could no longer walk and although he wanted to eat...there was no way without our assistance. It was a very hard day for us and I had to have my wife take him because I had to work that day. I said my goodbyes in the morning. I locked myself in the house for a month. Fast foward to now..we have another dog now...shes great..just turned 3 and hopefully will live as long. Sh'es a mini schauzer and reminds us so much of the female version of him. I still think of him today and plan on getting a tattoo of him.