Even as I post this after several weeks have gone by, my heart aches. Unless you are a "dog" person, you wouldn't get it. The other real problem here is that I am not a writer. I know that there are many people out there that would be able to take my words and my feelings and express them in a humorous way or put an eloquent spin on them, but in my simple way let me say "He was the Best Dog Ever!".He came to our house because of my sadness over losing Mickey. Even though it sounds odd, after we had to put him down at age 14, I missed having him sit in front of the bathroom door to wait patiently as I "finished my business there". It would really annoy me sometimes, but when they are gone, you really miss them underfoot.
For at least a week I mourned Mickey and then I found myself everyday at the pet store looking in all the little stalls hoping that there was a puppy that would steal my heart. Not only that, but I had to get it to steal Steve's heart too and that was gonna be tough! One day while I was gazing through the glass windows at a litter of Schnauzers, Steve surprised me and showed up by my side. I fell in love with the little girl and he fell in love with the little boy and we bought them both. They were $400 each and Steve managed to get them to take off $50 for buying both of them.
Gus and Daisy. Gus was the feisty, proud one and Daisy the little mother, always fussing over Gus and grooming his eyes and putting up with him dragging her around by the collar. Then 2 years later my Mom moved into the basement for a short stay and they fell in love with her. In the end, Mom took Daisy home to be the most pampered pooch you have ever met. Gus stayed here to keep tabs on my two teenage boys.
The boys taught Gus some very naughty habits and when he would start growling during rough play, anyone within earshot that didn't know Gus would think he was going to rip their heads off. Boy did he sound mean. But he was loyal and put up with a lot of teasing and loved him with all their hearts. The girls loved him too, but it wasn't the same. Of course, I was his favorite and he knew in the end who to run to.
Then Alesha and Stephen and Tripp moved into the basement apartment. Again, Gus attached himself to Tripp and when they left, he went with them. He was five years old. He went everywhere with them, including to my house when they visited.
During their last visit, on Mother's Day, we had to have him put to sleep to relieve him of the intense pain. But in the end, we have to keep in mind that in all likelihood, we will outlive our beloved pets.
It's a new day for Tripp and his family. My guess is that it won't be long before he has a new little puppy to train right along with raising a new brother.
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