Bad me, I know.
So last week my parents had to put down our last family dog cheech. It was sudden and quite a big shock since even at 10 was very active, and still his mean self. I guess he got sick (which I guess for him isn't too uncommon) but when he wasn't getting better my mom and brother had to take him to the vet ER since there normal vet was closed. They found out that he had a large mass in his stomach. They started him on antibiotics but sadly wasn't getting any better.
They decided to put him down instead of doing the surgery because there was a good chance it could come back. It was pretty hard for my dad since him and cheech had become close over the last 5 plus years my dad has been retired.
The only pictures of cheech that I have are on my thumb drive, and I don't feel like pulling it out and loading it up to the computer. This is a picture my mom sent me of cheech and zoey at the park not too long ago. Cheech is the one on the left.
3 comments:
damn you emily, i almost started crying! i loved him. and all the hair i had to get off me when i left your house. haha. :( sucks when you lose a dog thats for sure. cinnamon was like a sister to me, had her for 16 years!
I am going to pick up his ashes this weekend. We will eventually scatter them over the field behind our house, where he loved to run and play with the coyote that came up the creek and the neighborhood dogs.
It is still way to quiet around here... Zoey has taken to talking these days. She is still really sad.
Becky/Mom
Aw, I'm sorry. =\ He sounds like a wonderful dog.
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