Old dogs. True to the end.
timtom
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My oldest dog, a mixed hound of whom we named Lucy, rambled herself into our lives as an adult dog over twenty years ago, yes I really mean over twenty psychical years, a few months ago in January she passed. We never knew her true age only that part in which she resided with us. Almost twenty-one years if she had lived three more months. It felt as if we had lost a family member.
Now our second oldest dog, a wolf, Rottweiler and lab cross who weighs well over a hundred pounds and as by necessity had to spend his entire life secluded from other dogs for the safety of the others, has come to have major issues with his hindquarters to the point that he can barely move his back legs. His name is Junior, chosen partly because of the fact that from the first day of his life he was on a bottle fed by my wife, so he was my junior, basically a child to me. A sickly pup who quickly developed Red Mange, we spent untold thousands to keep the little runt alive and cure him, then after healing he quickly overcame his small demeanor, just as quickly he began to grow all the time having to live inside secluded from any contact with other dogs. His size became, at his peak, to one-twenty, being conservative, because of lack of exercise but even later, when finally allowed to go out in a secluded kennel and eventually a large pen, it was the size of his grandmother a huge full blooded Timber Wolf. His mannerisms were permanently altered during this time, hence his lifelong seclusion from other dogs, which he saw as threats no matter how friendly they were.
As I reflect back on the lives of these two friends one word comes to mind. Loyalty, never have I seen such, each would gladly have laid down their lives for me at a moments notice.
People should be so lucky as to have one or two really good friends like that.
Just my thoughts as I ponder the inevitable that will shortly befall me when I once again have to bury a true friend and loyal companion for eight years.
May they RIP forever chasing rabbits and running free.
Rodney.
Now our second oldest dog, a wolf, Rottweiler and lab cross who weighs well over a hundred pounds and as by necessity had to spend his entire life secluded from other dogs for the safety of the others, has come to have major issues with his hindquarters to the point that he can barely move his back legs. His name is Junior, chosen partly because of the fact that from the first day of his life he was on a bottle fed by my wife, so he was my junior, basically a child to me. A sickly pup who quickly developed Red Mange, we spent untold thousands to keep the little runt alive and cure him, then after healing he quickly overcame his small demeanor, just as quickly he began to grow all the time having to live inside secluded from any contact with other dogs. His size became, at his peak, to one-twenty, being conservative, because of lack of exercise but even later, when finally allowed to go out in a secluded kennel and eventually a large pen, it was the size of his grandmother a huge full blooded Timber Wolf. His mannerisms were permanently altered during this time, hence his lifelong seclusion from other dogs, which he saw as threats no matter how friendly they were.
As I reflect back on the lives of these two friends one word comes to mind. Loyalty, never have I seen such, each would gladly have laid down their lives for me at a moments notice.
People should be so lucky as to have one or two really good friends like that.
Just my thoughts as I ponder the inevitable that will shortly befall me when I once again have to bury a true friend and loyal companion for eight years.
May they RIP forever chasing rabbits and running free.
Rodney.
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