I got home last night and found our soon to be 17 year old brittany had what I believe was a stroke, A few weeks ago she ripped a toenail off and the vet found a growth about the size of a baseball near her spleen but she appeared to not be having any issues that we could tell. We will never know if all this came together yesterday with her age and the growth, but she was old and did not act it. This past bird season she was pointing birds up. Not as well as earlier years, but all considered, very well.
This girl has seen two boys grow through childhood, teenage years and off to Clemson. Never has bitten a soul but did bark at anything she didn't think should be near the house. She found her share of the birds. Considering she was trained in the yard, we couldn't ask for better.
She certainly did her part in life.
Nothing you can do can help a person through this. This morning I took her to be put down before the boys could see her again. Last night was long enough. Today the boys dug a grave for this old gal that was so well deserved.
I would have never ever have thought of doing anything but burying any of my dogs but in the yard they knew. When I called the vet's office today the fella answering the phone asked if I wanted the ashes. That kind of rocked my boat a little further. I can't imagine not taken care of a dog that has done so well for us.
Anyway, life goes on. There will be more dogs and more memories. But damn it hurts.
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