P3LH
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As posted elsewhere.
I know Hunter, or ‘dear old H’ as he became known in his adage, had a fan club here equal to that of the corgi’s. Despite being more modest and mild in his exploits and latter year photos (as there’s only so many sleeping photos you can post).
I hadn’t posted in a while but found myself back here yesterday after losing him.
He had been unwell on and off for about two months. The vet and I had resigned ourselves that it would be cancer. Ultrasounds, endoscopies and bloods proved us wrong. Steroids saw him right for a fortnight, and back to himself.
Unfortunately he went downhill on Tuesday, and I knew it was time. The vet was in agreement and felt he had simply reached the end of his life. In the end his body and organs were worn out. I believe we would say he died of old age if he were human. He went with his head on my lap, tail wagging, and after barely a third of the first of two injections it should have taken. It truly was his time.
He shall be missed. His kind we shall never see again. Rough collies are in my blood, but I doubt I will have anymore given how much the breed has changed. So ends a bit of a dynasty with our family too.
As posted elsewhere:
Lower the flags to half mast.
Whilst I knew he couldn’t go on forever, it always felt like he would. Thought we had got through the worst during the last few weeks and would have a bit more time.
But in the end it would always be too soon - there are never enough years with a good dog. & my god was he one.
He came from a fabulous old breeder, one of the last of his line with a great start in life. He had a wonderful long life. He was rarely Ill, steady as they come and died peacefully. May we all be so lucky eh?
The corgi’s will miss him as much as me I think. They never ever dared go on his bed, despite him being soppy as they come. Yet today, I couldn’t find them anywhere, and there they were. They spent most of the day there, and even politely declined food - unheard of for Pems who generally eat until they are sick.
I remind myself that I can’t be too sad, he had completed his journey here. And it was a great one to be a part of.
I know Hunter, or ‘dear old H’ as he became known in his adage, had a fan club here equal to that of the corgi’s. Despite being more modest and mild in his exploits and latter year photos (as there’s only so many sleeping photos you can post).
I hadn’t posted in a while but found myself back here yesterday after losing him.
He had been unwell on and off for about two months. The vet and I had resigned ourselves that it would be cancer. Ultrasounds, endoscopies and bloods proved us wrong. Steroids saw him right for a fortnight, and back to himself.
Unfortunately he went downhill on Tuesday, and I knew it was time. The vet was in agreement and felt he had simply reached the end of his life. In the end his body and organs were worn out. I believe we would say he died of old age if he were human. He went with his head on my lap, tail wagging, and after barely a third of the first of two injections it should have taken. It truly was his time.
He shall be missed. His kind we shall never see again. Rough collies are in my blood, but I doubt I will have anymore given how much the breed has changed. So ends a bit of a dynasty with our family too.
As posted elsewhere:
Lower the flags to half mast.
Whilst I knew he couldn’t go on forever, it always felt like he would. Thought we had got through the worst during the last few weeks and would have a bit more time.
But in the end it would always be too soon - there are never enough years with a good dog. & my god was he one.
He came from a fabulous old breeder, one of the last of his line with a great start in life. He had a wonderful long life. He was rarely Ill, steady as they come and died peacefully. May we all be so lucky eh?
The corgi’s will miss him as much as me I think. They never ever dared go on his bed, despite him being soppy as they come. Yet today, I couldn’t find them anywhere, and there they were. They spent most of the day there, and even politely declined food - unheard of for Pems who generally eat until they are sick.
I remind myself that I can’t be too sad, he had completed his journey here. And it was a great one to be a part of.
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. So sorry you've lost him. He was a beautiful dog
