I feel like I have to write this just so I can get on with life. Yesterday, we had to have our golden retriever, Tigger, put to sleep. One day short of his 14th birthday, he was in pain, could not get up, and very miserable. We knew the time had come, we'd watched him go down day by day for the last week. (I stayed up with him all night--he just wanted to be petted and loved as he moaned and tried to move.) He gave it his all on Sunday with one last romp with the kids tossing him oranges from the tree. The house seems strangely empty without him. He was by far the most intelligent of any of our pets--often demonstrated that he knew just what we were saying to him--and was a great friend. Originally he was Amy-Sue's dog, but he stayed with us when she got married. (That is how we got almost all our dogs--somebody else raised them, then turned them over to us) We both swear we will not have another pet! It is just too hard to lose them. Thanks Gian for helping us carry him to the car and deal with the vet and Animal Control. (both were very compassionate and did the best they could to make a sad situation bearable).
Goodbye Tigger Bear...we love you!
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We will miss Tigger so much. I'm sure it will be hard to get used to the house without Tigger there. You are in our prayers.
tears..tears..tears...I miss him already! It's definately hard to say goodbye. He was so happy on Sunday with the kids out in the backyard and that's what I'll always remember! (Wonder if Maggie has been pestering him yet? hehe)
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