This is our oldest dog, Ham. He's almost ten and been totally blind for the last several years so we never rearrange the furniture. His sniffer works excellent though.
Then we have Charlie.
Before our current three we had our first boxer, Rosie.
I asked another one of Zach's friends if he would dig her grave at the at the back of our yard (Zach had a broken wrist from skateboarding at the time) and he did. When he got through digging it I thanked him. He replied "It was an honor".
I remember when Rosie died, the same day I saw a post on Facebook from Zach which simply said
"RIP Crazy Legs"
I cried even more when I read that.
My older brother rescued two full grown Dobermans a few years back, a male and female. They had always been together so my brother took them as a package deal. They were the most laid back Dobies I've ever met and quickly became my brother's own kids. My brother practices tough love and in return had the two most loyal, obedient and content dogs I've ever known.
Heck, they even let me sleep in one of their beds on one visit when I seemed to have a contagious fever blister.
The great thing about having dogs is they never complain and are always grateful for your love. The world needs more dogs if you ask me.
On our last visit to Orlando my brother's female Dob wasn't doing too well and had been diagnosed with impeding cancer. She had that Crazy Leg thing going on which our own boxer, Rosie suffered from. My brother decided to keep her until it wasn't good for her.
That time came way too soon.
I was at work last night along with Massey ... crazy busy in the crazy house when she came up and blindsided me by saying "Daddy just sent me a text, Uncle Chris had to put N.Z. down".
(I know, they have crazy names but came to my brother with them. The male was N.X. and the female was N.Z. Something to do with chromosomes.)
As soon as I could, went back out into the hallway at work for a hot second and cried a tear for them all.
Massey and I were on the way to work today when I asked her to check my phone for messages. I'm old school and never touch my phone when in the car, Atlanta traffic is not conducive with being a distracted driver.
My brother had sent this picture with the following text:
"Boyfriend & girlfriend holding hands before she left to go to the vet. It was like he knew she wasn't coming back."
I haven't been able to stop thinking about my brother who's lost one of his kids. I wanted to call him but haven't had (made) the time. Slack on my part but the deed is done and cards have been dealt.
The only finality in life is death and there's no changing that.
There isn't (ashamedly) much I've done for my brother who's done so much for me and my family but him losing that pup is something I totally empathize with and understand.
My sister has two kids, I have three.
My brother had two and just lost one. Total bummer.
I hope my brother knows I love him almost as much as his dogs did and one still does.
N.Z. is okay now and out of pain, Hope it is the same for us when the time comes.
Til next time..COTTON