I've read just about every thread that someone has posted when their dog's final day comes but I hadn't prepared myself to lose my own. I honestly thought he was going to live forever based on his energy and inability to ever just sit still.
I got Beau when I graduated high school after my mom told me "no" a thousand times over the years when I begged for a dog. Beau was my first dog and will probably be the best dog I'll ever own. He wasn't fit for a duck blind as he couldn't sit still, he'd get distracted while dove hunting if it was slow but would go get the few birds that I could hit, and was always reluctant to load up in the truck when leaving the pond at my family's land. He was never formally trained but he didn't need to be. He was just fine the way he was. He was smart, would listen when he wanted to and always been a damn good companion.
Sunday night, he became lethargic and wouldn't eat or drink. We don't know what happened as he's always been full of life and almost too energetic but we are guessing he had cancer or another disease that didn't show up on blood work that was done yesterday. I wish he would have had the ability to tell me something was wrong so I could have made his last few days the best ever for him.
Beau was a 10 year old dog in a 2 year old's body which made him such a unique character. He could run, swim, retrieve, and chase cows all day long if I let him. I'm sure he's doing just that as I type this. I don't know if I'm going to get another dog any time soon but I'll never stop wanting my first one back.
The picture is of him two years ago at the pond where we'd practice water retrieves. You can see the youth in his face and the happiness of doing what he loved.
Another one of him at a creek near the house that he'd like to frequent for a quick swim and retrieves.
I got Beau when I graduated high school after my mom told me "no" a thousand times over the years when I begged for a dog. Beau was my first dog and will probably be the best dog I'll ever own. He wasn't fit for a duck blind as he couldn't sit still, he'd get distracted while dove hunting if it was slow but would go get the few birds that I could hit, and was always reluctant to load up in the truck when leaving the pond at my family's land. He was never formally trained but he didn't need to be. He was just fine the way he was. He was smart, would listen when he wanted to and always been a damn good companion.
Sunday night, he became lethargic and wouldn't eat or drink. We don't know what happened as he's always been full of life and almost too energetic but we are guessing he had cancer or another disease that didn't show up on blood work that was done yesterday. I wish he would have had the ability to tell me something was wrong so I could have made his last few days the best ever for him.
Beau was a 10 year old dog in a 2 year old's body which made him such a unique character. He could run, swim, retrieve, and chase cows all day long if I let him. I'm sure he's doing just that as I type this. I don't know if I'm going to get another dog any time soon but I'll never stop wanting my first one back.
The picture is of him two years ago at the pond where we'd practice water retrieves. You can see the youth in his face and the happiness of doing what he loved.
Another one of him at a creek near the house that he'd like to frequent for a quick swim and retrieves.
