Over the weekend my husband and I had to put our sweet little puppy dog to sleep. In the Spring of 2013 I was volunteering at my local SPCA and there was this little Jack Russell Terrier that kept getting brought back because he wasn’t a typical ‘family dog’ (I won’t lie, he was a grade-A asshole most of the time), so I said I’d bring him home for a (single) weekend that May and I had him ever since. He has been my best friend and has gotten me through some very rough times. As heartbreaking as the experience was, I held my handsome little man while the vet administered the euthanasia, and he laid his little head against my chest and fell asleep forever. I know that’s what HE wanted, and I had to put my sadness aside for him. And as much as I loved him, somehow I think my husband loved him even more. They were best buds.
Napping at our old house.Enjoying the sunlight.I forgot he used to wear a little harness (blue was his favorite color).When I first got him he would jump on my bed and stand really close to my face and give me kisses until I would wake up.He would have made a great dog model, but he refused to find gainful employment.He was a very photogenic dog.He loved to burrow in blankets. In the beginning of 2024 he had a surgery to get a bump removed on his lower abdomen. He hated that cone of shame, but I would cover him in one of my sweaters and he’d nap for hours.My chunky man loved when I wrote in bed, it was guaranteed snuggle time.One of his last pictures.At the end all he wanted to do was lay with me, and he always had to be touching me, even if it was just his cold, wet nose.My disfigured nose after he tried to bite it off… I’ll have a scar for the rest of my life, but now I love having that constant reminder of my baby.
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