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| Thor: November 2001 - January 20, 2014 |
My sweet angel is gone. My little ol' grey-faced man. A true mama's boy.
How can my heart recover?
Even as I write this, staring at the photo of your sweet face, I feel lost.
Out of all of the waifs at the rescue, you, Thor,
were the one little redhead within the herd of black and white.
were the one little redhead within the herd of black and white.
The day we picked you up, you had been playing with your kennel-mate. Knocking over your water bowl to mix with your soiled paper... what an awful stench! I couldn't wait to get you a bath.
We brought you home to meet your sister, Heidi. It wasn't a great first meeting, but she warmed up to you quickly. Pretty soon, you two were inseparable. She was the hyper one, and you were the totally laid-back one. You were never much for playing with toys, unless it was to take one from your sister so that she would chase you around the yard.
And you were definitely not a fan of swimming. The first time we took you to the lake, you jumped right off the end of the dock and sunk to the bottom. You popped back up, but were VERY wary after that! We outfitted you with a life-jacket and would occasionally fetch water toys with Heidi, but you preferred wading along the shore. :)
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| Heidi & Thor making snow angels :) |
You were always showing Daddy who was the Alpha-Male in the house:
When you were young, you seemed to have springs in your paws. You could jump straight up, damn-near looking me in the eyes... that was usually when I was about to fill your food dish. I had never seen a dog your size jump so high from a standing position. This came in handy when we had to section-off Heidi from Grandma Bev's dog, Cinder... you were the only one that could jump the barriers and visit both of them throughout the day.
Another of your little quirks... you always wanted to eat on the stairs. Even when we had your food dish across the room in the kitchen. You would grab a mouthful of food, go to the stair, drop it (making a mess) and eat from the 1st or 2nd stair step. So, we just moved your dish there. And, you still would take your food out of your dish, deposit it NEXT to the dish on the step, and THEN eat it off the step.
It was kinda like when parents of human children find Legos in the middle of the night (ouch!)...
we would find kibble now and then :)
You loved your Beneful:
You always had something going on with you... mainly skin allergies and ear issues. Once, you shook your ears so much that you cause it to balloon up with fluid. You had to wear this splint-of-sorts for a few days:
You looked so dorky. :) And you were always kind of clumsy... like a gangly teenager.
But then you had your moments like this:
I cropped it out of the photo, but there was a little angelic halo above your head :)
It always shone so brightly when you were sleeping.
You LOVED napping. More than any dog I had seen.
And if there was a stuffed animal nearby, that was all the better:
You were definitely an inside dog... you were not much of an outdoorsman at all! You would stay out long enough to do your business, patrol the perimeter of the fence, and then back inside where the a/c or heat was cranked. I found you deep in thought one day, staring out the window:
Your eyesight started diminishing awhile back, although to look at you, one would never guess you were blind. Those big beautiful brown eyes would make my heart swell every time I would look into them.
Last September you started really declining. We had to help you up the stairs because your poor little back legs kept losing strength. But you wanted to be upstairs, not in the living room... even with a compfy bed there. You wanted to be near us and would follow me from room to room... bumping into things as you went. Nuzzling me to rub your sweet face. I would talk to you and would cock your head to the side, listening intently, as if you could understand me.
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| Last romp in the Fall leaves Nov. 2013 |
Last September you started really declining. We had to help you up the stairs because your poor little back legs kept losing strength. But you wanted to be upstairs, not in the living room... even with a compfy bed there. You wanted to be near us and would follow me from room to room... bumping into things as you went. Nuzzling me to rub your sweet face. I would talk to you and would cock your head to the side, listening intently, as if you could understand me.
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| Thor's impression of a red fox :) |
Oh how I am going to miss that.
How many times will I look up, expecting to see you and you will not be there?
From the beginning you were mine.
Daddy might have been the one that found you, but you and I had a special bond.
My sweet boy. I love you.
