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2A Bourbon Hound 2024
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I know many of you here have lived through putting a dog down—until today I’ve been one who hasn’t had the misfortune.
Our girl Ruthie (aka: Ruthie Toothie, Rooth the Tooth, or just simply “Tooth”) gave us 11 years of good times.
She was our “baby trainer” for a newly wed couple. She put up with two babies in the house. Took a copperhead bite to the face. Gave plenty of squirrels hell.
Her hips started bothering her about 6 months ago. It was gradual but she didn’t show any signs of pain. Fast forward to last week and shed taken a turn for the worse. She couldn’t stand for any length of time and would fall pretty badly in the yard. I took her to the vet last Friday to discuss options. He helped put things into perspective.
Come Saturday morning and she couldn’t even stand.
Sucks to watch a dog that’s otherwise healthy deteriorate so quickly to a state of helplessness.
I sit here this morning waiting for the scheduled vet visit—“the” visit.
We’ve all said our goodbyes...which sucks royally. The boys get it and are devastated.
My wife was hesitant to get a dog for fear of its eventual death. I talked her into it saying the pleasure gained is far better than that eventual pain. I even took it as far as saying “the experience of death shouldn’t be avoided in life.”
I’m here to tell you that while I don’t think I was wrong in those statements, I was arrogantly naive.
I’d rather endure some sort of injury or pain (to me) in place of her demise.
Always a restless pup, ready to play so hard she’d make herself pass out before stopping. A damn loyal dog that will be missed. She’ll get that rest now...
Our girl Ruthie (aka: Ruthie Toothie, Rooth the Tooth, or just simply “Tooth”) gave us 11 years of good times.
She was our “baby trainer” for a newly wed couple. She put up with two babies in the house. Took a copperhead bite to the face. Gave plenty of squirrels hell.
Her hips started bothering her about 6 months ago. It was gradual but she didn’t show any signs of pain. Fast forward to last week and shed taken a turn for the worse. She couldn’t stand for any length of time and would fall pretty badly in the yard. I took her to the vet last Friday to discuss options. He helped put things into perspective.
Come Saturday morning and she couldn’t even stand.
Sucks to watch a dog that’s otherwise healthy deteriorate so quickly to a state of helplessness.
I sit here this morning waiting for the scheduled vet visit—“the” visit.
We’ve all said our goodbyes...which sucks royally. The boys get it and are devastated.
My wife was hesitant to get a dog for fear of its eventual death. I talked her into it saying the pleasure gained is far better than that eventual pain. I even took it as far as saying “the experience of death shouldn’t be avoided in life.”
I’m here to tell you that while I don’t think I was wrong in those statements, I was arrogantly naive.
I’d rather endure some sort of injury or pain (to me) in place of her demise.
Always a restless pup, ready to play so hard she’d make herself pass out before stopping. A damn loyal dog that will be missed. She’ll get that rest now...
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