Today was a sad day at our house....I had to put our dog Rascal down today. He was almost 12 1/2 yrs old.
We got Rascal when Alan was just 9 or 10 months old and Mark was 4. We thought they would bond so well, growing up together. He was a pure bred Shih-tzu, but we later found out that he had a heart murmur.
He was the best dog. Paper trained and never chewed the furniture. He was so attached and a loyal friend to my husband - especially when he worked night turn. When my DH went to bed...he went too. When it was past my DH's bedtime, he'd wait at the bottom of the steps, whinning, letting him know it was time for bed.
He loved the kids, going on car rides, seeing people, and CHOCOLATE. (you know he fit right in here - even though it was bad for him!) He didn't care too much for other dogs though, or getting a bath.
I will say he was very talented too. He was a good vaccuum - never missed a morsel. He could jump on a pretty high bed, get up on the back of the couch and look out the window, and he was the only dog I knew that could pull the toilet paper off the roll in the bathroom, around the corner and all the way into the living room without breaking it! He could open a bag of chips or marshmallows in about 15 minutes too!
Unfortunately, during the last month, his health started to go downhill. He started with a cough, and in the end couldn't even lay down to sleep - he was so uncomfortable. It was his time.
I will miss the little pitter of his feet, lying at the end of the bed, his wagging tail when I come home, and unconditional companionship.
Goodbye our friend. We will miss you so.