oldguy
Always Broken
- Dec 26, 1999
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As many times as I have done this I thought it would get easier. Butch came into our home 12 years ago as an abused puppy. He immediately adopted Trudy and Eric but shied away from me. I did everything I could to get him to be my pal but he feared all grown males. About to resign myself to being a shadow in his world I took him along on a training trip one day when he was just 3 months old. Eventually before we left I took him aside and teased him with apheasant wing. At that instant he realized I wasn't all that bad as his natural hunting instincts kicked in. We became inseparable from that day on.
Today we found out our best friend Butch has cancer. About 3 weeks ago he started to limp but being the solid dog he is he never seemed to complain or give up. In the last week he has rapidly deteriorated to the point he couldn't lie down or stand up by himself. Still he continues to be the most loving and dedicated dog. The cancer has already destroyed his shoulder bones and there are signs that he has it in his lungs also. Eric and Trudy had the hard part of being the recipients of this news as I couldn't get off work today to take him. The vet basically said he is starting to suffer and heroic efforts will do little to save him.
Trudy knew I and my father (who loved hunting with Butch) would want to say goodbye and after being assured that with pain killers he would be good for a week or so brought him home. Today we are travelling to a race (he loves travelling and hanging out at the race night campfires) and we are going to say our Goodbyes.
Man I wish Monday would never have to come :|
Butch 7/06/92-8/03/04
Today we found out our best friend Butch has cancer. About 3 weeks ago he started to limp but being the solid dog he is he never seemed to complain or give up. In the last week he has rapidly deteriorated to the point he couldn't lie down or stand up by himself. Still he continues to be the most loving and dedicated dog. The cancer has already destroyed his shoulder bones and there are signs that he has it in his lungs also. Eric and Trudy had the hard part of being the recipients of this news as I couldn't get off work today to take him. The vet basically said he is starting to suffer and heroic efforts will do little to save him.
Trudy knew I and my father (who loved hunting with Butch) would want to say goodbye and after being assured that with pain killers he would be good for a week or so brought him home. Today we are travelling to a race (he loves travelling and hanging out at the race night campfires) and we are going to say our Goodbyes.
Man I wish Monday would never have to come :|
Butch 7/06/92-8/03/04
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