Nine years ago last night, May 14, 2007, I went to bed with a heavy heart as I had just learned that Steve Harlan had lot his much loved "Skypup" as a result of bone cancer. I knew Steve loved him somcu and I was heart broken for him..
Nine years today, May 15, 2007 we lost our beloved golden retriever, Buck at age 12. My husband was a cross country trucker, often gone up to 2 weeks at a time. When he would get home to the terminal, he would call me and I would tell Buck that "Daddy is coming home". He would almost be on his toenails, so excited.
Our bedroom is at the back of the house, so we "gave" Buck a front bedroom because he would bark and let me know if anyone or anything was in our yard. The two females goldens slept in our room. When we bought a new pillow top mattress for tht room, we joked it was for Buck. Was actually for company, but Buck did sleep on that bed....all our company (family) are dog lovers and didn't mind that he slept on that bed when no company was here.)
When Jerry was home, he took Buck for long walks, which Buck loved. He was so funny. He would sit at the entrance to the entry hall and look at Jerry in his recliner, then at his leash on the closet door, and then at the front door, back to Jerry, to his leash, to the front door. He knew now to get those loved walks
Jerry was getting ready to leave out on a trip and was running a little late. Buck was wanting his walk and Jerry said no, he didn't have time. But then he decided he could make it a shorter walk, and tool him. And it turned out it was the last time he got to take Buck for a walk
Buck was not acting quite right on night so I decided I would sleep in that room with him. About 5::00 he woke me up making this little muffled sounding low "woofs". I had heard him do it once before. Abut a year earlier he had had a dental and small mouth tumor removed and had a hard time coming around. I spent hours with him on the floor at my vet's. Each time I got up to get a drink or go to the bathroom, I returned to hear him making that sound. As soon as I was on the floor talking to him, rubbing him,he was okay. It was as if he had been calling me.
I turned on the light and I knew as soon as I looked at him tht he was dying. I got on the floor with him and held his head, he stopped making that sound and in just a few minutes, a deep breath, and he was gone. He had called me and I was there for him. It was his heart hat give out. And it so happened we had a lost a full brother, earlier litter to him from heart failure at age 5 in 1999. Even tho I had registered him as Sandys Golden Double Eagle, he was only every called Buck---after the hero dog in Call of The Wild.
Buck Feb. 8, 1995---Mary 15, 2007
Pictures include one of him and Jerry while we ere fishing, one of him and Jerry taking Christmas Day 2004 when we had our Miracle Christmas Snow here on the Texas coast, one of him and his brother Scooter in their pool, or them behind the sofa, one n HIS bed, and one of the last, April 2007 in the front yard, and one in the back yard in the fall in his youth
Nine years today, May 15, 2007 we lost our beloved golden retriever, Buck at age 12. My husband was a cross country trucker, often gone up to 2 weeks at a time. When he would get home to the terminal, he would call me and I would tell Buck that "Daddy is coming home". He would almost be on his toenails, so excited.
Our bedroom is at the back of the house, so we "gave" Buck a front bedroom because he would bark and let me know if anyone or anything was in our yard. The two females goldens slept in our room. When we bought a new pillow top mattress for tht room, we joked it was for Buck. Was actually for company, but Buck did sleep on that bed....all our company (family) are dog lovers and didn't mind that he slept on that bed when no company was here.)
When Jerry was home, he took Buck for long walks, which Buck loved. He was so funny. He would sit at the entrance to the entry hall and look at Jerry in his recliner, then at his leash on the closet door, and then at the front door, back to Jerry, to his leash, to the front door. He knew now to get those loved walks
Jerry was getting ready to leave out on a trip and was running a little late. Buck was wanting his walk and Jerry said no, he didn't have time. But then he decided he could make it a shorter walk, and tool him. And it turned out it was the last time he got to take Buck for a walk
Buck was not acting quite right on night so I decided I would sleep in that room with him. About 5::00 he woke me up making this little muffled sounding low "woofs". I had heard him do it once before. Abut a year earlier he had had a dental and small mouth tumor removed and had a hard time coming around. I spent hours with him on the floor at my vet's. Each time I got up to get a drink or go to the bathroom, I returned to hear him making that sound. As soon as I was on the floor talking to him, rubbing him,he was okay. It was as if he had been calling me.
I turned on the light and I knew as soon as I looked at him tht he was dying. I got on the floor with him and held his head, he stopped making that sound and in just a few minutes, a deep breath, and he was gone. He had called me and I was there for him. It was his heart hat give out. And it so happened we had a lost a full brother, earlier litter to him from heart failure at age 5 in 1999. Even tho I had registered him as Sandys Golden Double Eagle, he was only every called Buck---after the hero dog in Call of The Wild.
Buck Feb. 8, 1995---Mary 15, 2007
Pictures include one of him and Jerry while we ere fishing, one of him and Jerry taking Christmas Day 2004 when we had our Miracle Christmas Snow here on the Texas coast, one of him and his brother Scooter in their pool, or them behind the sofa, one n HIS bed, and one of the last, April 2007 in the front yard, and one in the back yard in the fall in his youth