Hello Everyone.. To the left you see the creature who has been my immediate family for the past several years. Today, March 12, I had to say goodbye to him. That fulfills the final promise I made to him the day that I brought him home. That I would not let him suffer by being selfish.
I don’t think he was in any pain but I do believe he was miserable. He had gotten to the point where he couldn’t really walk on his own anymore and watching him try absolutely broke my heart. As much as I would have loved to hang on to him a little while longer, perhaps into spring (8 fucking inches of snow today, 55* yesterday and all this white crap had melted), it became clear to me that he was miserable.. If I didn’t dump his food between his front paws in front of him, he wouldn’t eat. Couldn’t stand up at his dish long enough to do so. If it weren’t for the snow on the ground, which he would eat, he could barely get any water. He hasn’t been able to run free in the back yard since early November. He hasn’t been able to chase any rabbits or squirrels. Regardless of what you think of putting an animal down, he wasn’t able to do Any of his favorite things except lie there and sleep. He could no longer negotiate stairs without help. I didn’t mind helping him but, It was time. He enjoyed the better part of a porterhouse Monday night, complete with the bone that kept him busy for a couple hours.
This is an informative post and at some point in the near future, I will take it down. I wanted to do it here at the farm so I could have something to share with everyone, in one place. You all welcomed me into this room full of (mostly) women discussing reality shows, and I feel The Hound became sort of a mascot for our group. The Thank You is for all of you who over the last few years have placed orders for pats on the head, kisses (which admittedly he never got because I saw where he licked), and most of all, the cookie orders.. A couple even sent him treats. I would tell him who these things were from but truthfully, I think all that mattered to him, was there was a cookie involved.
So again, a HUGE thank you to all of you who have welcomed me and my furry son into your daily online lives. It really does mean the world to me and I’m certain, him. Know that your love was some how passed on.