Carson left us today, but we believe we will see him again in Heaven.
After prolonged pain with his collapsing trachea which created difficult breathing and constant hacking, along with anxiety and stress, his suffering is over.
The decision was agonizing to make, but necessary. He is a part of us. Oddly, when I first got home from our veterinary’s office, the first thing I did was look for him. I imagine there will be several habits related to Carson which will take time to lose.
He was combination of many contrasting things: handsome, playful, independent, fun, stubborn, exasperating, silky soft, gentle, tolerant, an eating machine, and the list goes on. He had a playful bark that sounded like a larger dog, although he didn’t bark much. He was great around our grand children-even when they were a bit rough with him.
He was Cheryl’s shadow and she was the best thing that ever happened to him.
He became my closest buddy, especially after his health deteriorated and I spent more time with him. How could you not love this guy?
Although we only enjoyed his presence for seven years, it seems like seventeen. The Little White Dog Rescue non-profit organization is one of many terrific groups who help place needy canines with responsible people. For a bit more information about Carson, please go to my post on December 23rd, entitled White Christmas. Thank you.
Gone, but not forgotten. We will always love you, Pupdog (one of his many nicknames).