One of the worst days of my life; put my buddy down yesterday. 14+ years old, out living his breed by about a year and a half. A testament to his healthy lifestyle. This picture was taken a few years back on one of our typical winter Sunday mornings. A nice 3 mile run around Sandy Hook NJ, followed by a little stick fetching in the icy north Atlantic.
But it was much more than that. I first met him while running in the park when he was just a puppy. A beautiful woman was taking him for a stroll, and I used the excuse of petting him to say hello to her. She's now my wife.
Adios perro, ti amo.
6 comments:
We are very sorry to hear this. You are in our thoughts.
Joe,
Sorry to hear about your loss. I have been through this experience also and it is terrible. I'm sure that he brought much joy to your life - especially with the introduction of your wife.
My thoughts are with you,
Kevin
Thanks for the kind words you guys, it really means a lot.
Oh, man. Sorry to hear that, Joe. That's a road I've been down before. You and your wife are in my thoughts.
Joe,
So sorry to hear of this, Joe. I lost my two best buds in the last 12 months. It is so devastating to have to make that decision.
Time heals, but we never forget the special connection we have with our pets.
Take care,
Tracy
Joe,
I have a nearly 13 year old Golden Retriever who has been my best friend through thick and thin. The day is coming when I'll be able to say from experience, "I know your pain." Interestingly enough, my current wife met my dog as puppy. Nine years later we are married and she reaquainted herself with the little fluff ball all over again.
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