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On Tuesday the dogs lost their father and I lost my husband.
He was battling Motor Neurone Disease, also known as Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) or Lou Gehrigs Disease.
Leo hadn't bonded with Andrew as much as Lucy, as he was only a puppy when Andrew started showing symptoms of the disease, however, he has taken it worse.
It was bad enough while Andrew was in hospital, Leo was constantly looking for him, sniffing his wheelchair and bed. Lucy had been acting strangely for weeks before Andrew went to hospital, acting out very naughty and trying my patience.
When he returned home from hospital the dogs were relieved and actually calmly sat around us for hours.
Lucy tried to give him 'Mr Cat' and a ball, hoping he would be able to play with her.
He had been home for approximately 15 hours when he passed.
Leo knew straight away, however, Lucy was so high strung and excited due to all the new visitors that morning. Eventually when she calmed I watched her walk into the room curiously and walk out a few seconds later, head down and tail between her legs. She must have realised and said her goodbyes.
Shortly after, when the men from the Funeral home took him away, they both barked aggressively as they left with him, when they previously ignored the men when they arrived.
Now, they just lay around the house, following me where I go and constantly standing at the front door, hoping he will magically come through the door.
So this weekend I'm taking them away camping so we can all have a short break and return refreshed and ready for the funeral on Tuesday.
The hound and I. Fletchers parents (Remedy and Merlin) were originally top dogs from The Readyfield Bloodhounds pack owned by David Boddington.
while i wish there were some more interesting colors, or that i had been more prepared for this moment, i think the tail curl makes up for it. he may look pretty, but honestly, my dog is kind of a dork.
Three Counties Dog Show Malvern England. Taken with E410 and Zuiko 35mm f3.5 Macro - not on macro of course!
Photo taken in Padre Roma – Jaboatão dos Guararapes – PE .
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Foto tirada em Padre Roma – Jaboatão dos Guararapes – PE.
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Je l'attends et il va pas tarder à venir me rejoindre ,enfin il va juste mettre le bout des pattes comme Virgil.
My beautiful dog Keg who i sadly had to have put to sleep after having him for 16 years and 1 day. He was a great friendly dog who loved children ( he thought he was aone himself! ) He will be sadly missed and was truly irreplaceable
He looked at me with indignation – what, I’m not coming too? Little Basset was puzzled, he was left sitting in the car and his pesky big brother was strutting off with the pack leader. I’m sure he must have been thinking what have I done to deserve this. I heard a couple of basset barks as I led Big Basset up the steps to the vet’s office – he had no idea of the fate to befall him. A little light sedation and a new kind of photography – x-rays on his lame leg.
Little basset pressed his nose up to the window and watched me come back to the car. As we drove away he cried a little – a small basset wimper and then a large basset sigh. A few minutes later he was leaping from the car at one of our usual walking spots and off sniffing without a care in the world. It was only a couple of minutes though before he remembered he was on his own and started looking out for his brother. It breaks my heart to see him take a few steps, stop, turn and look behind then look at me before carrying on sniffing.
I guess that after a while he was content being on his own as he started to run and wanted to play so we hooned around until I couldn’t keep up any more. To catch my breath I grabbed my camera determined to get a couple of portraits of Mason. He as usual had other ideas when I got close up. He really is a minx – determined not to look the camera in the eye. To reward him for his patience we ran all the way back to the car and he was a happy basset once again.