Fins Up
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Seems kinda weird writing about this on a message board. I don't feel like actually talking to anyone and my wife is out of town visiting her ill father. (BTW, my father has the worst, most aggressive kind of brain tumor there is. Not a happy time at home.)
My dog's name is Luna ("Moon" for you spanish speakers). She is a black lab mixed with who knows what. My wife and I had her for about 12 years. In her prime she was not the brightest dog, but when she ran, she was as graceful as any thoroughbred. We would take her to the beach in Corpus Christi. She would run, chase birds, drink seawater, vomit, drink more seawater.
Luna battled something called Cushings Disease for the latter part of her life. My wife found some medicine in Europe that helped her for a while.
In the end her mind was fine, but her body couldn't keep up. I came home one day recently and found her lying in her own urine because she couldn't stand up on the slippery tile floor. My heart broke for her. She got a little better for a while but it didn't last long. My wife and I didn't want to keep Luna around past the time where she could enjoy a decent quality of life. That just wouldn't be fair to her. Today, July 11th at approximately 1930Z, she was tranquilized and euthenized at my home in Maine. We did it outside under a huge Oak tree. She is now buried in a corner of the property near the pond that she used to cool down in in the summer (and drink from, of course).
I believe in Heaven and I also belive in Doggie Heaven. I'm sure she is up there with here sister Cindy, running on the beach and drinking seawater that doesn't make her vomit. I know I will see her again someday. She was a wonderful dog and I'm so glad I got to have her with me for those 12 years.
Thanks for listening.
My dog's name is Luna ("Moon" for you spanish speakers). She is a black lab mixed with who knows what. My wife and I had her for about 12 years. In her prime she was not the brightest dog, but when she ran, she was as graceful as any thoroughbred. We would take her to the beach in Corpus Christi. She would run, chase birds, drink seawater, vomit, drink more seawater.
Luna battled something called Cushings Disease for the latter part of her life. My wife found some medicine in Europe that helped her for a while.
In the end her mind was fine, but her body couldn't keep up. I came home one day recently and found her lying in her own urine because she couldn't stand up on the slippery tile floor. My heart broke for her. She got a little better for a while but it didn't last long. My wife and I didn't want to keep Luna around past the time where she could enjoy a decent quality of life. That just wouldn't be fair to her. Today, July 11th at approximately 1930Z, she was tranquilized and euthenized at my home in Maine. We did it outside under a huge Oak tree. She is now buried in a corner of the property near the pond that she used to cool down in in the summer (and drink from, of course).
I believe in Heaven and I also belive in Doggie Heaven. I'm sure she is up there with here sister Cindy, running on the beach and drinking seawater that doesn't make her vomit. I know I will see her again someday. She was a wonderful dog and I'm so glad I got to have her with me for those 12 years.
Thanks for listening.