Saturday we said good-bye to our senior, Foley. He was 14 and overnight got to the point where his body and his heart were sending the same message: It's time to go.
We took our one-year old, Radar, along. I was hoping this would help. It must be confusing to dogs to live in a pack and then one day, a dog leaves and never comes back.
I don't know if Radar understood what was going on. He's pretty much oblivious to everything unless it's a frisbee or a bowl of food or a leash.
Foley was with us for 7 years. He was a stray, running in Foley, Missouri and then Love a Golden Rescue got him. We were supposed to only foster him... but ended up failing as a foster (since we adopted him).
This funny-looking golden was obsessed with tennis balls. Once, when I took him to visit my mom in her nursing home, he tried to pull the tennis ball off the leg of another senior citizen's walker. Thankfully, we stopped him before he was successful.
I'll miss his belches (he'd come right up to our face and burp loudly). I'll miss his barking (when we left the house--he was alerting the burglars that the coast was clear). I'll miss his amber-colored eyes.
And this is way later than I planned, but I drew a name for David W. Berner's book, There's a Hamster in the Dashboard.
The winner is Pat W. (Email me with your address, Pat.)
If you have a pet, give them an extra treat tonight... in memory of Fo-Fo.