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The male we had died of mouth cancer at 10. He liked to chew. I'd seen that dog bend a metal bike seat. The female was 15. She was slowing way down there the last several months, and then a bag of dark chocolate M&Ms had gotten knocked off the counter while I was outside. She'd wandered back in and knew how to open packages. Not sure how much she ate with such enthusiasm, but it was enough even with me inducing vomiting and getting her to the vet immediately. They tried. Got more out of her and gave her charcoal. Then the seizures started. She just didn't have the ability to fight it. She just wanted to be by me until they got to bad. That was the hardest decision I had to make, but I knew she didn't have long in this world even before that. She'd lost the ability to run in the last month and just wanted to sleep anymore. It was a nice sunny day and I had her out carrying her around like she liked. Held her in the chair feeding her bits of her favorite dried liver treats until I had to go take care of stuff outside. So she had a good last day. All the other animals I've had and lost over the years, she still hurts even a year and a half later. She was my companion for all the Navy cruises my DH went on and spent 15 years sleeping against me. She was spoiled, pushy and demanding. She knew what she wanted and would let you know. She was the sweetest thing and liked old ladies. She'd go up to them and wag her butt until they would pet her, then she'd just hang out with them. She's the only dog that Mom has ever really liked because she didn't jump or lick. And it still makes me bawl to think about her to much.
Ohh that's sad.... but.....GO NAVY!!! NO really I feel your pain, it's good to have a buddy like that to get through those cruises, I don't have to worry about being on one or stayn behind any more!!![]()