UncleWillie
Rarely serious.
- Joined
- Dec 29, 2010
- Location
- Vale
A year and a half ago we went to pick up a car and wound up bringing home possibly the best dog I have ever owned. He had been abandoned at the house we went to and they had no idea what his name was. We spent 30 minutes calling out names and he answered to Zoomer.
Since we got him he has gone almost everywhere I have gone. He lived to ride in my truck. He loved to be with me. HE never met a person he couldn't make friends with.
When I went to a gas station and filled up the truck I had to buy him beef jerky or he would go to the back of the truck and pout.
When I came home on the occasions he couldn't go with me he always greeted me like I had come back from the dead. He yelped and jumped and smiled.
He made friends with all of my neighbors. You see there was no way to pen him up or chain him so that he couldn't escape. His neck was bigger than his head so no collar would stay on for long. His harness only stayed on when he wasn't trying to get it off. My neighbors loved him as much as I did.
Every evening he came and sat in the chair with me.Every night he slept in the bed with us.
Anytime there were clothes out he would sleep on them because then smelled like us.
A short while ago some low life shot him twice with a.22. We came home to a message on the answering machine that he was at a neighbors house and was hurt. The vet said they couldn't do anything for him. If he made it through the night he would survive. I spent that night on am mattress on the floor with him. He had lost so much blood he was cold. He spent the whole night cuddled against my side. The next night my wife stayed with him. The night after that I carefully placed him in the bed with us. He made it. He was tough. For a long time he laid for hours on the couch with his blue bandage around him.
He got better. HE started to play again. He "helped" us plant a garden.
He spent his afternoons when we were at home chasing cats, playing with Abbi and Diesel. and laying in the sun. He had a good life.
He refused to get out of bed until we did. He could be an absolute jerk at times, but was always lovable.
Today while I was moving the truck he was playing with Diesel, and he tripped and slid under the back tire. He died almost instantly. My heart is broken. And yes I am crying. I can't seem to stop.
So this is farewell to my friend. Your time with us was too short. There will never be another like you. Goodbye. I love you.
Since we got him he has gone almost everywhere I have gone. He lived to ride in my truck. He loved to be with me. HE never met a person he couldn't make friends with.
When I went to a gas station and filled up the truck I had to buy him beef jerky or he would go to the back of the truck and pout.
When I came home on the occasions he couldn't go with me he always greeted me like I had come back from the dead. He yelped and jumped and smiled.
He made friends with all of my neighbors. You see there was no way to pen him up or chain him so that he couldn't escape. His neck was bigger than his head so no collar would stay on for long. His harness only stayed on when he wasn't trying to get it off. My neighbors loved him as much as I did.
Every evening he came and sat in the chair with me.Every night he slept in the bed with us.
Anytime there were clothes out he would sleep on them because then smelled like us.
A short while ago some low life shot him twice with a.22. We came home to a message on the answering machine that he was at a neighbors house and was hurt. The vet said they couldn't do anything for him. If he made it through the night he would survive. I spent that night on am mattress on the floor with him. He had lost so much blood he was cold. He spent the whole night cuddled against my side. The next night my wife stayed with him. The night after that I carefully placed him in the bed with us. He made it. He was tough. For a long time he laid for hours on the couch with his blue bandage around him.
He got better. HE started to play again. He "helped" us plant a garden.
He spent his afternoons when we were at home chasing cats, playing with Abbi and Diesel. and laying in the sun. He had a good life.
He refused to get out of bed until we did. He could be an absolute jerk at times, but was always lovable.
Today while I was moving the truck he was playing with Diesel, and he tripped and slid under the back tire. He died almost instantly. My heart is broken. And yes I am crying. I can't seem to stop.
So this is farewell to my friend. Your time with us was too short. There will never be another like you. Goodbye. I love you.
