I’m breaking down activities to conduct with my little buddy. With your dog dying of Cancer, what would be their bucket lists,? Little buddy was able to jump into lake Ouachita yesterday, and immediately wanted to come out. Today he received a double shackburburger with cheese at the Shack in Jessieville Ar. Tomorrow we are planning on a stop to the State House, so he can poop there, but see it. The State Capital is next.
Any creative suggestions forward?
Im thinking Murphysboro next to dig thru the dirt for diamonds, but who knows
We lost our dog, Dexter, last year to cancer. He was only three and we rescued him from a Walmart parking lot two years before that. Everybody loved that dog. Bright eyed and lovable until the end. He weighed 40 pounds and every time I extended the recliner so my lap got big enough, he would plop down to lay on my lap, get scratched, and fall asleep. I never wanted a lap dog but I got one anyway and loved it. Only had him for two years but still miss him. Take good care of your buddy.
@scotchhog I’m so sorry. My little guy Mr. Bojangles is laying against me as I type. We just came in for his morning walk and I thought about how he has enriched our lives. We hardly go anywhere without him. He will be 2 February 1st and I can’t imagine life without him. Prayers for you and your family. Get him some Bluebell Ice Cream. My little guy loves it.
Just had to put down my beautiful 10 year old lab right after the first of the year due to melanoma of the mouth. Most important thing is to love them while you can.
Their energy levels will fall off as the tumor progresses so do the active things first. All of the things you are doing are fun but the thing that will mean the most to your dog is that you are around as much as possible. Their main thing is that they want to be with you.
I’m really sorry about your little buddy. This is the closing argument of George Vest, delivered in Warrensburg, Missouri courtroom on September 23, 1870. The case involved Old Drum, a man’s dog who had been shot and killed by his neighbor.
“Gentlemen of the Jury, the best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.
Gentlemen of the jury, a man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fierce, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come from encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wing and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of his company to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in his embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death."
Does your sweet dog sleep with you? If not, that’s my simple suggestion. Just love on him and let me stay with you 24-7. That’s what they want. To be with us.
You clearly love him a ton. Good for you. Dogs are THE BEST.
Man, Scotchhog, I’m tearing up as I’m typing this. My dog, Hudson, is my whole world.
He sits right next to me on a pillow while we watch the Hogs. Before him, I had Kobe and Sadie. I had Sadie for 17 wonderful years, Kobe for 12. When they died a big piece of me did too. Like, Doc said, you NEVER get over it, but the best way to cope is to get another dog. Hudson was forced on me when I was still grieving Sadie. Thank God for that little guy, and the lady who made me take him.
I am so sad for you, brother, and you (and your little buddy) will be in my prayers.
My goodness thanks @goshenhawg that was wonderful. It reminded me of my favorite writer Lewis Gizzard obituary for his beloved Lab Catfish. It will also make you cry. He starts off with “my dog just up and died” and then goes on to explain that Catfish was more than just his dog.
I know it isn’t easy Scotch! We lost our incredible rescue dog Vern of 11 years back in 2020 and we all still cry at times. We have a new rescue now. Our wonderful neighbors just laid to rest their sweet KT whom they had for 14 years and we knew for 11 of them and was one of Verns best friends. Losing your best friend simply put……SUCKS!!! The stuff you are doing is awesome to hear and I know your little buddy is loving it!
Scotchhog I went through the same thing 5 years ago with my sweet Pumpkin, a 12 year old Britney. She was in the Seattle area with my ex when I got the news. I drove over 2000 miles to be with her, and spent the next 3 weeks just loving her and keeping her as comfortable as I could. It is hard saying goodbye. No doubt about that. Just treasure every minute you have with her. Do whatever makes her happy and be grateful that you had this beautiful creature in your life for almost 13 years.
The outpouring support and comments within our Hogs forum means so much, and is greatly appreciated. Baxter and I both thank you from the bottom of our hearts. WPS, and go straight to Hell Texas!!! I believe my wired haired terrior hates the longhorns more than me, which means he’s a smart, and wise dog!