Lots of us BBC guys and gals post when their dog, cat or other pet dies. Today it's my turn. I met Rocky at a yard sale about ten years ago. I heard him barking from inside the house where the yard sale was. I already had two Min-pins and I said to the guy having the sale that sounds like Min-pins barking. We went inside and there were two dogs in a crate. He explained they didn't have a yard, and they had a new baby so that's why they were in the crate almost all the time. Long story short, I bought Rocky and Maya that week.
Rocky loved people. He didn't care who you were he would wrap his little paws around you and give you little dog kisses. He was my only male dog, I have 4 female Min-pins. Anyhow Rocky got sick. He seemed disoriented and unsteady on his feet, and his red blood cells were less than half minimum. He still kept his manners, didn't pee until I took him out and set him down, but he got so weak he couldn't lift his leg anymore. After two months on antibiotics and steroids, he got so thin he was just a shadow of himself, and he had lost all his fat and was losing his muscles.
Today I took him to the vet, we took him outside, he wobbled but stood there, and we agreed it was time to let him go. I held him as they injected him, and talked to him until I was sure he didn't hear me anymore. I'm big, I think I'm tough, but I cried like a baby.
I will look for you at the Rainbow Bridge big boy. I love youRocky
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Originally Posted by billnorman1
Of course I talk to myself...sometimes I need expert advice.
