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My Dad just had his old dog put down two weeks ago. Sadly, he says it will be his last one. He butchered his last two home-raised beef steers this past fall.

My Dad is 88. He's never been without a dog companion since his youngest days as a kid on a poor dirt farm. This is also the first time that he has been without raising a farm animal of some type since he started with ducks at age 5.

I can kinda tell--it won't be long that I'll be without a Dad for the first time in my life too.

Guys like him are why there is a hell... As for you, glad to hear that your Cookie is doing better, I've sure had sleepless nights with sick, old dogs before, some that didn't bring good news with the dawn either, but that's how it goes and if we're honest with ourselves, we know that going into the deal, so to speak. I won't be soon in forgetting the Saturday night, Sunday morning spent on the den floor with my dying Collie boy, Milo. He had been deaf for a year or two, but suffered some kind of stroke that day that had struck him blind as well. He seemed so scared, I just stayed there with him through the hours, petting him, or at least touching his head or his paws, so he would know he was not alone.
Thanks for sharing the Greek history, I don't recall being aware of their care for their pets, that's really cool.
Going to hit Post Reply and go pay attention to my much younger Collie boy, Brody, who seems to think all of my day should be spent playing tug rope with him, while he "accidentally" misses the rope and clamps down on my hand. I presume he just doesn't know how long his snout is, and so he just "mis-judges" the distance... yeah... that's it...

but they all leave a mark.