Waiting at the Rainbow Bridge

Shortly after my wife and I met and started dateing she found this mongral of a puppy that we were told was the runt of the litter, and was a Rottie Blue healer mix. My wife fell in love and brought her home. She looked like a rottie but acted like a healer. She never got over 37lbs. but even though I am a big dog guy I still grew to love her. Named her Fender after Freddie Fender. (had and Akita rot mix named Gibson that died 2 1/2 years ago.) She used to go hunting with me and she could catch rabits and bring them to me. She was fast. Loved camping, hunting, and just being outside. Well she has been strugeling with hips problems the last couple of years and Sunday morning she could not stand up. I had to carry her out to pee and poop and hold her up while she did it. She was in pain and when my wife tried to help her this morning she snapped at my wife and bit her in the ear. The vet said she was in pain and could give her drugs but that would basically sedate her and she would never have "quality of life". As much as I loved her I would hate to see her unable to chase squirls and sit under her tree any more. So I put her down this morning.

She gave us almost 14 good years tho!

See Ya Fender! There will never be another one like you!