My parent's dog, Spiker, was a happy and enthusiastic dog. He was 12 years old. Although I didn't live with my parents for much of the time they had Spiker, I would describe him as a family dog. As a golden retriever, he had perpetual optimism and perpetual bad breath. I guess you take the good with the bad. He endured a lot of torture at the hands of grandkids and other family dogs, but he never snapped or got angry. As you can see (in the only grainy image I have), Spiker is letting my parent's other dog, Herbie, sit on his back. That was pretty much his life. He loved Colorado and hikes and being pet for hours on end and he especially loved dinner time.
Yesterday, it became obvious that age and a botched hip surgery were keeping Spiker from enjoying life anymore and he was put to sleep. If you have any pets, make sure to pet them a few extra times today. You don't realize how much they add to your life until they are gone.
2 comments:
I'm so sorry. I understand how painful it is to lose a four-legged member of your family. I hope you find comfort in all your wonderful memories of Spiker...
How sad! I remember Spiker. He was a sweet dog. My thoughts are with your parents and Little Dog.
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