Well geezers, the cycle of life continues. Wife was at work and I was putting kids down for the night. Came down the stairs and saw our loyal pug, 9 years old, dead on the tile floor.
Good f*cking dog. Had him since a puppy and he'd been through many of our lives events. Moves, camping trips, vacations, births, parties, u name it. Sure, he was a pain in the ass once in a while, but a damn fine dog.
Gonna be tough explaining things to the 2 and 4 year old in the morning. But, there will be tougher things down the road.
Although it was purely coincidental, the spirit in me believes that the dog waited until wife was at work, and kids were in bed before he let go. I also think he did me one last solid by it happening on the tile and not the carpet.
RIP MCA and RIP Gus the pug.
What snow fell today os gone, and I hope for some sun and warmth.
Love my pets. Never have come upon one that has left us. Last three all lived long lives and unfortunately we had make the "decision" due to illness. Not sure which way would be easier. Probably neither. RIP Gus.
Sorry about your dog. I lost my rotty 15 years ago to cancer. I got him as a pup and He died at the age of 6. I know how you must be feeling! RIP Mug the pug!!
very sorry to hear of your dog passing. my cats are on my lap and my kids are asleep, and i tip my ardbeg to your loss.
my wife thinks pinkbike is dumb but she's sitting here and feeling bad for you too. all the best to your kids. tell them to think of the good times they had with the dog.
very sorry to hear of your dog passing. my cats are on my lap and my kids are asleep, and i tip my ardbeg to your loss.
my wife thinks pinkbike is dumb but she's sitting here and feeling bad for you too. all the best to your kids. tell them to think of the good times they had with the dog.
Thanks y'all.
It may sound kinda cold, but i had planned to change the tires from winter rubber to summer all day. After gus departed for the great off leash park in the sky, i changed those rims out in record time. Musta been under 25 min. He'd a been proud.
Pets are amazing, dogs especially.
The Power of the Dog by Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie-- Perfect passsion and worship fed By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart to a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits, And the vet's unspoken prescription runs To lethal chambers or loaded guns, Then you will find--it's your own affair-- But ... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will, With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!) When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone--wherever it goes--for good, You will discover how much you care, And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way, When it comes to burying Christian clay. Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent. Though it is not always the case, I believe, That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve: For, when debts are payable, right or wrong, A short-term loan is as bad as a long-- So why in--Heaven (before we are there) Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
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very nice! 
