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Man, I hate creating this thread, but I decided to memorialize my dog, who died of old-age complications the day before yesterday. He was a very good dog. Not much of a playful one, though. I got him as a stray, and he was estimated by the vet to be around seven years old. That was in 2010, placing him somewhere around 17. But I've wondered if maybe he did not get much recreational attention as a young dog and simply had never developed an interest in toys, etc.
It did not matter, he was a good companion. I have to admit that as far as bonding went, he was more my mother's dog in that sense. He liked being near me, and slept on my bed, but if he was sitting with me on the couch and mom entered the room and sat down in the recliner chair, it was never long until he was off the couch and in the chair with her. I was okay with that, of course.
This is far from the first time I've dealt with the loss of a dog, but it never gets easier. I think one of the worst parts is forgetting they have passed and glancing at one of their regular spots where they relaxed and not seeing them there. maybe even worse though was when yesterday, I had to run an errand, and caught myself calling back as I closed the door "Be a good dog, Toby, I'll be back in a bit." as I've done for a long time. Of course, Toby was not there to hear my reassurance.
So, here is one of my favourite photos of him. He was, like most of the other dogs I had the honour of being part of my life, a very good dog.
It did not matter, he was a good companion. I have to admit that as far as bonding went, he was more my mother's dog in that sense. He liked being near me, and slept on my bed, but if he was sitting with me on the couch and mom entered the room and sat down in the recliner chair, it was never long until he was off the couch and in the chair with her. I was okay with that, of course.
This is far from the first time I've dealt with the loss of a dog, but it never gets easier. I think one of the worst parts is forgetting they have passed and glancing at one of their regular spots where they relaxed and not seeing them there. maybe even worse though was when yesterday, I had to run an errand, and caught myself calling back as I closed the door "Be a good dog, Toby, I'll be back in a bit." as I've done for a long time. Of course, Toby was not there to hear my reassurance.
So, here is one of my favourite photos of him. He was, like most of the other dogs I had the honour of being part of my life, a very good dog.
