Sunday, September 10, 2006

Farewell, B-man

Yesterday we had to put our 16 year-old dog down. He was a poodle-mix, 9 pounds, and about the best dog-buddie you could ask for.

He did it all. He herded us on hikes. He rode "shot gun" in a back pack on bicycle rides. He was even "assistant crew" when Jenny did a solo 24 hour adventure race.

He also sat patiently while we wrote two books together.

In his later days he went blind, and deaf, but he continued to be a joy. In the end, I suppose, he just got old.

He will be missed.

j

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3 comments:

Wes said...

One of the hardest things in life...

Anonymous said...

I can't imagine putting the doggy down. I've got a 12 year old pug with diabetes and arthritis. She gets 2 shots a day and one pill (which I need a meatball to get her to eat), I know the day is coming, but she's been a best friend. Her and I have put many many miles in together. She's not much on jogging, but always walked with me. Now, we don't walk any more, unless its to the mailbox and back. I'm sorry for your loss, I know how you must feel. Like Bette Davis said, growing old is not for sissys. My heartfelt condolenses are with you!
thanks for all you inspiration - you have no idea.
Michele

The Thief said...

One of the saddest days in my life was in May, when I had to put my beloved dog, Scooter, down. I still get sad when I think of it. Sometimes I'll have some table scraps and I'll still think of sneaking them to the dog when my wife isn't looking. Then I'll remember...