Today, I lost one of my best friends, my sable Sheltie, Tucker.
He had a fearless heart, a quiet mind, was straight and true and brave and cool, everything I wish I was.
He began his travels in New Brunswick but at three years of age moved to Ontario where he began his agility career. He moved once more to Ottawa where he continued to be successful in the agility ring.
For a Sheltie, he had a quiet and thoughtful mind; no spinning for him. When I would send him out to do a gamble, if he didn't get it right away, I could see him thinking about what he should do next; if my handling was good (and sometimes even if it was not that good), he would get the gamble.
I started the stories of his travels with high liver values and Cushings in Oct 2010 just before his 10th birthday. I was so sure he would see his 12th birthday but that was not to be. When I came home from a camping trip with Beckett and Keltic, my sister called to say that he wasn't eating and hadn't stood on his own all day. I went over to pick him up and he didn't come to greet me but he looked stable enough that I decided to wait until today to take him to my own vet rather than go the 24 hour animal hospital, Alta Vista. Late last night, he took a turn for the worst. I got him in a more comfortable position and laid down with him. I fell asleep listening to him breathe but by this morning he was gone.
|31 Oct 2000 - 23 Aug 2012|
I hope I didn't let him down.
Good Bye Sweet Tucker Boo.