Just after I graduated from HS my brother and I were still living at home and he got a puppy. It was a little bear cub of a dog, half black lab and half malamute. We all fell in love with him the moment we saw him, and we named him Barrow after a town in Alaska.
He is the best dog. My brother couldn't afford obedience classes, but Barrow never needed them. I started calling him my furry little brother because that is what he really is to me. He is the kindest, gentlest, most loving dog. He loves to chase squirrels on my parents 2 acres. He loves to lay under the hazelnut trees and watch the birds. He is afraid of water and thunder. He adores playing tug of war in the house and dragging me across the living room on the rug.
He is 12 years old, has cancer, hip problems, heart problems, trouble breathing, and a host of other old doggie issues. In the past week he has been in terrible pain, even with the high dosage pain medication he has. In the past few days we've had rain storms. All he wants to do is go outside and lay in the rain for hours and not come back in. The last two nights he has been up all night whining and in obvious excruciating pain. My brother and my parents made the decision to have him put to sleep. And my heart is broken.
It will happen just after 10:00 pacific, and if you could give any thoughts or prayers to him, that he could be at peace, and be happy it would be very nice. Thank you.
I used to be a big deal. Now I'm just old.
Re: My furry little brother (sad)
Try to remember when he was at his best. He no longer has to feel pain and he had a wonderful long life with your family. My thoughts are with you.