In memory of one of the best dogs who ever lived. "Who's the good dog?" Clyde was the good dog. #Clydethebeagle
In memory of one of the best dogs who ever lived. "Who's the good dog?" Clyde was the good dog. #Clydethebeagle
You haven't lived until you've been head-butted by a beagle. Yeah, that really just happened.
So sorry.
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ReplyDeleteAw - sorry for your loss Barry - that's always the downside to having shorter lived species as family members.
ReplyDeleteThey can surely become part of the family. Those memories of Clyde are yours to keep; remember all the good times you had with him.
ReplyDeleteI'm really sorry
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry Barry.
ReplyDeleteI am very sorry for the loss of your beautiful friend.
ReplyDeleteHe's beautiful. Big hug....
ReplyDeleteThanks, everyone, for the well-wishes. It was a hard weekend. It was, as we say in Oregon, a "death with dignity." Clyde was still able to walk into the vet, and we were with him to the end. The last thing he saw was Montana and me petting him. Montana and I had agreed in April when Clyde had a bad spell that we would not selfishly take extreme measures to keep him alive (but not living) just so we could postpone our own sadness. Fortunately, in April, Clyde's doc was able to prescribe meds that reduced his pain and gave him one more summer. And what a summer it was! We went to the coast several times, Clyde walked in the Pacific, got splashed by sneaker waves, stole my food, sniffed. And sniffed. Also: sniffed. He walked the Doggy Dash, the longest dog walk on the west coast. Then, over the past week, he went downhill, fast. He couldn't get up, had trouble even walking. Finally, as we took him to the vet, we noticed he wasn't even sniffing. Sniffing is 98% (or thereabouts) of a beagle's life. Clyde was ready to go. We knew it. And his vet, to her credit, knew it. She said, "We can charge you a lot more money, run a bunch of tests. But the reality is, there are a lot of problems. He's very old." Yes. Clyde was the Methuselah of beagles. And I'll go to my own death believing that he was cheated out of the title of Oldest Beagle in Portland. We'll have his ashes on Thursday and will sprinkle them over the months to come in various places he enjoyed. I told him we'll sprinkle some in the Willamette River, where my own ashes will join his when my own time comes.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry to have missed this earlier. Clyde's one of my favourite beagles online. You were so fortunate to share your lives. My deepest condolences.
ReplyDeleteBarry Cochran My Beagle, Luckie, passed away Oct 15 2010 and I know what you are feeling. I still haven't brought myself to "replace" him. I dogsit for my kids' dogs on occasion but it is not the same. Maybe after I retire l might consider getting a new Beagle.
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