My dog Tucker died today.
He was a black Lab that weighed 85 pounds and was one of the strongest dogs I have ever known. He was my Alaska puppy - I got him when he was only 2 months old and he loved Fairbanks; loved playing in the snow, loved laying in it outside at 30 below zero, loved running as far and fast as he could go.
He was a big, bold, boisterous personality that followed me from room to room and always made me feel safe.
I know I did the right thing for him today; he suffered terribly from arthritus and was struggling to walk even across the street. At the age of 13, his life had gotten very hard and it wasn't fair to who he was inside. It wasn't fair to keep him here just for me.
But I miss him so; at this moment I can't believe how much my broken heart misses him.
I told him in the last moment to go find his buddy Jake and chase moose with him again; I told him to go find Jake who has been waiting the last four years for his friend to come and to run together like they used to do. That's my idea of heaven for him and I hope that Tucker has found it.
May 14
2007
07:12 PM
I'm so sorry, Colleen. I know you must miss him terribly. I still miss my cat who died about 10 years ago. But you're right, I'm sure he's happy now with his buddy.