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Monday Apr 4, 2016 #
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HFS, prof sat on progress reports for two weeks, then finally submits feedback one week before presentation. Paraphrasing, "It's bad and you should feel bad." Not 100% sure why he bothered at this point. At least he attended his conference last week.
Plans to resume exercise....suspended! See you on 4/22.
Plans to resume exercise....suspended! See you on 4/22.
Friday Apr 1, 2016 #
Event: OCIN Flying Pig XX
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Yesterday, our sweetest beloved boy, one day over 13, left us. On his birthday, he started coughing and two vet visits confirmed his poor little body was experiencing heart failure and extensive cancer. We let him go.
It seemed so sudden - just over Easter he scared off a goose at the in laws. We thought maybe he ate something funny over Easter. But the vets said he was probably getting worse but able to compensate for some time. In hindsight, this might explain his sluggish pace on recent walks - he was also a bit of a lazy pup so we had rationalized it as that.
We are vacillating between wondering if we did what was best and thinking of our many fond memories - a trip to Mackinac where he charmed everyone. A tiny tuxedo on a wedding trip. Seeing his little face in the window driving up to our last house, then watching him turn around and his tail pop up as he went down his stairs to meet us at the door. All the times he ran his treat machine scam, where he'd go outside just to get a treat for coming back inside.
He took so warmly to SuLe when she arrived, never treating her any differently than us. He even tolerated that funny little hyper brown dog when Bella joined our family, reluctantly snuggling on car rides.
I slept next to him on the floor by his crate for his last night for the few hours between the emergency visit and when he woke up. Kimberly and I were with him entirely his last day.
We were able to bury him on the farm next to his Auntie Honey, my mother-in-law's lab.
Here is Mr. Bartleby Bumble, variously Bartleby, Bartles, or my sweet boy, in his happy place, perched on the window seat:
It seemed so sudden - just over Easter he scared off a goose at the in laws. We thought maybe he ate something funny over Easter. But the vets said he was probably getting worse but able to compensate for some time. In hindsight, this might explain his sluggish pace on recent walks - he was also a bit of a lazy pup so we had rationalized it as that.
We are vacillating between wondering if we did what was best and thinking of our many fond memories - a trip to Mackinac where he charmed everyone. A tiny tuxedo on a wedding trip. Seeing his little face in the window driving up to our last house, then watching him turn around and his tail pop up as he went down his stairs to meet us at the door. All the times he ran his treat machine scam, where he'd go outside just to get a treat for coming back inside.
He took so warmly to SuLe when she arrived, never treating her any differently than us. He even tolerated that funny little hyper brown dog when Bella joined our family, reluctantly snuggling on car rides.
I slept next to him on the floor by his crate for his last night for the few hours between the emergency visit and when he woke up. Kimberly and I were with him entirely his last day.
We were able to bury him on the farm next to his Auntie Honey, my mother-in-law's lab.
Here is Mr. Bartleby Bumble, variously Bartleby, Bartles, or my sweet boy, in his happy place, perched on the window seat: