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.
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.