Mr Kleb
02-27-2004, 11:03 PM
Thanks Burtman for setting up this forum.
Isn't it good to have a place to talk about dogs you have loved?
My :2cents: is about two dogs. First, Kingsley Leigh aka Angel in a Fur Suit.
She wasn't a Lab, or my dog. She was my wife's GSD and the first dog I came to truly love. I could tell a bunch of stories about her. She **** on my couch after I told her to get off of it. On a road trip, she ate a yellowjacket that was buzzing around inside the car, threatening all of us. In her eighth year Kingsley was diagnosed with a triple whammy: arthritis, dysplasia, and spondilosis (sp?).
When she was 10 you could see that the treatments were no longer effective. Life was no longer fun or even worth living. Her day came the day after we closed on the house we bought. Our vet tech came to our house on a warm sunny fall day, and Kingsley fell asleep on her home turf. It was poetic - one chapter ended as the next began.
Next, Avis.
She's 14 and still here. Though she still wants to walk and eat and to get a chew strip, she's getting hard of hearing and unsteady on her feet. She's nearer the Bridge than she was a year ago. I think daily about having to let her go and do not look forward to the thought, but the day will come.
Isn't it good to have a place to talk about dogs you have loved?
My :2cents: is about two dogs. First, Kingsley Leigh aka Angel in a Fur Suit.
She wasn't a Lab, or my dog. She was my wife's GSD and the first dog I came to truly love. I could tell a bunch of stories about her. She **** on my couch after I told her to get off of it. On a road trip, she ate a yellowjacket that was buzzing around inside the car, threatening all of us. In her eighth year Kingsley was diagnosed with a triple whammy: arthritis, dysplasia, and spondilosis (sp?).
When she was 10 you could see that the treatments were no longer effective. Life was no longer fun or even worth living. Her day came the day after we closed on the house we bought. Our vet tech came to our house on a warm sunny fall day, and Kingsley fell asleep on her home turf. It was poetic - one chapter ended as the next began.
Next, Avis.
She's 14 and still here. Though she still wants to walk and eat and to get a chew strip, she's getting hard of hearing and unsteady on her feet. She's nearer the Bridge than she was a year ago. I think daily about having to let her go and do not look forward to the thought, but the day will come.