Saturday, November 30, 2019

One of our dogs died yesterday

The Boston Terrier's decline was swift.

Last week he was sneezing and coughing as if he had a virus.

In the last three days his kidneys must have shut down or his heart valves were trashed and he was suffering from congestive heart failure. He retained water.

He passed away sometime Friday evening while I was at Mom and Dad's.

I buried him this morning in a sunny corner of the orchard. Smuggles is planted between a Crimson Crisp apple and a Tashkent quince.  Belladonna, who pays far more attention to how things look than I do, suggested that I put something red in his coffin to match his collar.

I hereby lift a toast to the little, blind Boston Terrier that could not pass a woodchuck hole without going down it and kicking the resident's it woodchuck, possum or coon.

To a life well fought!


  1. Sorry for your loss. Sounds like the little scrapper had a good life with you. And THAT is the best gift that we can give to our dogs.

    1. Thank-you sir. That dog's life had much in common with short-track, dirt, figure-8 racing. Within the limits, that dog lived pedal-to-the-medal.

  2. May the Lord ease your loss and help you find peace until your dogs meet you at the rainbow bridge.

  3. A good dog is one of life's essential items. I'm sorry to hear of your loss.

  4. I remember the raccoon fight he won.

  5. “It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are.” - author unknown

  6. Sorry about Snuggles. Sounds like he was a good pooch.


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