Today we had to say goodbye…

To our best boy

A member of our family of three.

He has returned to God,

And we’re grateful for the time we spent together.

God, let him play and jump,

like he did when he played with me.

He could touch his nose to mine you see.

He loved to chase squirrels

And play keep away

When he found a stick.

He likes to go out in the middle of the night,

And look up at the stars and moon.

He saw the aliens with me.

We’ve listened to hoot owls,

And barked at critters that shouldn’t be

Walking around in our territory.

Today has to be one of the saddest days…

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4 mos old
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Brother and Sister

 

White Dog and his sister, all grown up
White Dog and his sister, all grown up
White Dog meets his cousin for the first time
White Dog meets his cousin for the first time
Vicious Corgi puppy!
Vicious Corgi puppy!
Best Buddies
Best Buddies

 

White Dog was diagnosed with an osteo sarcoma in his right knee right after I came home from vacation in June. It’s a very rapid growing bone cancer and because of his size, he wasn’t a candidate for surgery. He never gave up, even when he was on medicine to control his pain . In the past three days, he went steadily downhill and even though he couldn’t tell me, I knew the pain was becoming too much. My husband and I are basically devastated with the loss of our beloved puppy. So many tears…

White Dog’s sister, was my sister’s dog. She is no longer with us either.

 

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Call of the wild…

In the wee hours of the morning the dog woke me up. It was his “I want to go out and pee” woof. He’s like an old man with a bad prostate, who shouldn’t lap up a gallon of water before settling down for the night. I rolled over and eyed the digital clock glowing in the dark…4:20 AM. Good grief! There’s no use trying to ignore him. I did that once and he came and stood next to my bed and let out a woof that would raise the dead. He’s a big, 140 pound mountain dog and he sleeps on the cold tile in the sun room off the kitchen. He could hold it if he wanted to, but this is his nightly ritual. I roll out of bed and put on my heavy robe and slippers…it’s cold outside, Brrrrrr! I slip his leash on before I walk outside with him so I can help him find that one blade of grass that is just right. Otherwise, I would have to wait for him to walk the perimeter of the property, checking for critters and forgetting what he came out to do. I have no patience at 4:20 AM.

Out of the dark, came this raucous noise from the stand of pine trees and scrub oak that borders the back yard. Talk about loud! I don’t know how I could have missed this noise even from inside the house. From the depth and reverberation of  sound, I surmised it to be a HUGE owl. He was calling to a friend…a virtual hootenanny was taking place. Here a hoot, there a hoot, everywhere a hoot, hoot! As the dog and I stood listening to the call of the wild, the only thing I could think of was how the poor squirrels must be quivering in their nests, praying really hard to see daybreak.

I’ve left a youtube video for those of you who, whoo, whooo would like to experience the call of the wild.