Our Pals...
For those of us who have furry family members, you'll understand the sadness and grief when we lose them. Their lives are so much shorter than most humans, and yet they give freely and unconditionally of their love, each and every day. Would that we could do the same.
My sister and brother-in-law lost their 12-year-old wee Jack Russell, Cooper, last week. He was a rambunctious, adorable guy who loved to go on walk-about with his dad, bark his head off at anything that moved, and tear the living daylights out of any and all toys. I spent many an hour trying to find The Toy He Couldn't Destroy over the years. And never did. A few weeks past he seemed to develop a doggy cold, but then suddenly last week he inexplicably went blind. Immediate trip to the vet; many tests later and he was diagnosed with a brain tumor. There was no hope of any positive outcome.
My neighbor, JR, a man with advancing Huntington's, had a 8-year-old, beautiful Golden Lab named Bud. Several years ago, before his own disease made itself known, he brought home the fluffiest wee puppy you ever saw. Bud went everywhere with him: to work (he owns a very large construction company in my area), to coffee every morning at the local diner, to the hospital when JR's disease became apparent. Again, a few weeks ago, Bud's legs suddenly went wonky and he couldn't walk. Immediate trip to the vet; many tests later and he was diagnosed with advanced bone cancer.
I am sad beyond belief that both these wonderful guys are no longer in this world and have shed many tears this past week. As much joy as our pets bring to our lives, there is equal pain and heartbreak when they leave us.
Still, we would be lesser mortals without them in our lives. Rest in peace boys...
My sister and brother-in-law lost their 12-year-old wee Jack Russell, Cooper, last week. He was a rambunctious, adorable guy who loved to go on walk-about with his dad, bark his head off at anything that moved, and tear the living daylights out of any and all toys. I spent many an hour trying to find The Toy He Couldn't Destroy over the years. And never did. A few weeks past he seemed to develop a doggy cold, but then suddenly last week he inexplicably went blind. Immediate trip to the vet; many tests later and he was diagnosed with a brain tumor. There was no hope of any positive outcome.
My neighbor, JR, a man with advancing Huntington's, had a 8-year-old, beautiful Golden Lab named Bud. Several years ago, before his own disease made itself known, he brought home the fluffiest wee puppy you ever saw. Bud went everywhere with him: to work (he owns a very large construction company in my area), to coffee every morning at the local diner, to the hospital when JR's disease became apparent. Again, a few weeks ago, Bud's legs suddenly went wonky and he couldn't walk. Immediate trip to the vet; many tests later and he was diagnosed with advanced bone cancer.
I am sad beyond belief that both these wonderful guys are no longer in this world and have shed many tears this past week. As much joy as our pets bring to our lives, there is equal pain and heartbreak when they leave us.
Still, we would be lesser mortals without them in our lives. Rest in peace boys...
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