A very old stray {The Old Fella Story}
Went camping this weekend at a campground on the lake, had not been there for a few years. Once there I began to walk around looking at the different sites when I noticed a very old dog. He just lay t...
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Hello Richard, I found this thread about a month ago and started reading. I read about 50 pages or so at a time but after 150 pages (and 500 to go) I had to jump to the end. I jumped to page 550 which on my computer is where Old Fella died. I have just finished reading the last 24 pages. I am so sorry for your loss, it is amazing how quickly "just a dog" can become "my baby".
Four years ago Coco (my poodle) was killed by a black lab. I swore I would never have another dog. Then a friend asked if I could take Rosco (her schnauzer, age 2) and Bradford (her silky terrier, age 8) because they were going on the road and would be unable to care for them properly. I finally consented and quickly fell in love. About six months later Bradford became very sick, the vet found a tumor about the size of a cantaloupe in his abdomen. I was devastated, I wasn't ready to lose another dog. Our choice was $800 surgery which he might survive (but probably wouldn't) and a probable re-occurrence in a few months, or $95 euthanasia. I figured if the vet was recommending the much cheaper option, it was really the best. (He had known Bradford much longer than I had) Bradford went to sleep without pain for the first time in months. The worst part for me was discovering he was in so much pain all that time and I had no idea. He was very quiet and hardly moved, but I didn't know that was because he was sick. I just thought it was because he was so old. I know 8 is not really old, but Coco was only 18 months when I lost her. Rosco is still here and has been a blessing. He has helped me get over both Coco and Bradford. He is looking at me now as if to say "what are you up too now, it's bedtime."
Thank you for what you did for Old Fella and for many others through this on-line community. You have touched so many lives. I grew up in the country and we often found the results of pets who were put out on their own. You may have gators in southern GA, northern SC now has coyotes. Pets left on their own in the country don't stand a chance. Thank you for starting a shelter in your area and for letting people see what can happen when they give a little love.
Did they ever get the book out? I would love to see this thread in book form so it would be easier to read. If anyone knows an easy way to print the entire thread, let me know. I don't always have my computer with me when I have free time.
I love the saying someone sent you "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened". That is life. As Rosco would say if he could talk, "it's a new day, let's go play".
Four years ago Coco (my poodle) was killed by a black lab. I swore I would never have another dog. Then a friend asked if I could take Rosco (her schnauzer, age 2) and Bradford (her silky terrier, age 8) because they were going on the road and would be unable to care for them properly. I finally consented and quickly fell in love. About six months later Bradford became very sick, the vet found a tumor about the size of a cantaloupe in his abdomen. I was devastated, I wasn't ready to lose another dog. Our choice was $800 surgery which he might survive (but probably wouldn't) and a probable re-occurrence in a few months, or $95 euthanasia. I figured if the vet was recommending the much cheaper option, it was really the best. (He had known Bradford much longer than I had) Bradford went to sleep without pain for the first time in months. The worst part for me was discovering he was in so much pain all that time and I had no idea. He was very quiet and hardly moved, but I didn't know that was because he was sick. I just thought it was because he was so old. I know 8 is not really old, but Coco was only 18 months when I lost her. Rosco is still here and has been a blessing. He has helped me get over both Coco and Bradford. He is looking at me now as if to say "what are you up too now, it's bedtime."
Thank you for what you did for Old Fella and for many others through this on-line community. You have touched so many lives. I grew up in the country and we often found the results of pets who were put out on their own. You may have gators in southern GA, northern SC now has coyotes. Pets left on their own in the country don't stand a chance. Thank you for starting a shelter in your area and for letting people see what can happen when they give a little love.
Did they ever get the book out? I would love to see this thread in book form so it would be easier to read. If anyone knows an easy way to print the entire thread, let me know. I don't always have my computer with me when I have free time.
I love the saying someone sent you "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened". That is life. As Rosco would say if he could talk, "it's a new day, let's go play".
