I should be in the "over 50" thread, but I just had to post of the aged companions we each have. Blessings to all who have lost loved furkids, and to those going through the process now.
I lost my girl Keno last year at 12. She's the chocolate lab. She would act like a maniac, bulging eyes, ears up, squeeking and whining and trying sooo hard to stay in a sit if you held up a tennis ball and asked her if she wanted to have it. She would retrieve that ball until she fell over with a stroke if you let her. She loved to swim, and if you rubbed your hands over a ball sized rock and threw it in the water, she would bring that rock back to you...she was the penultimate Labrador retriever. She is greatly missed.
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Then there's the Moose. Believe it or not, she is a wolf/malamute hybrid. Yeppers, no idea where the yellow came from, but you can see the truth of her heritage in her body and her face. She is hubby's girl through and through. She's 12 this year. She's getting achy and going blind. We cherish every moment we have because we know her end is near.
And then there's little Cheyenne. She's a Cairn Terrier mix. She's just coming 2 years old and is the most mischievous little turd. When I tell her to do something, and she will tilt her head up and literally think about it before responding. She does what I ask, but she just has to let me know that she really doesn't have to if she doesn't want to. Cheeky little brat.
We are thinking of looking for another young girl so Cheyenne will have someone else to terrorize besides poor Moosie, who just wants to stretch out in the fresh mowed grass and nap. We're still torn though, so we just figure when it's right, something will happen and we'll end up with the right furkid.