My dog has not been in the best of health the last few months. I've taken him to the animal hospital a couple of times recently. The vet thought he might have a tumor but x-rays didn't show anything. Apparently it was so because he passed away this morning.
We finally broke down and bought a house in late 2000 and adopted Riley a short time later. He was already a couple of years old at that point and had apparently been abused by a previous owner. The lady who gave him to us had tried to take care of him but just wasn't able to manage. He was pretty high strung, particularly early on.
It was really a couple of years before he warmed up to me but once he did he became part of my family. He was very protective of the kids, who grew up with him at their sides.
It's funny because I am not at all a dog person but the last couple of years he has become more and more my dog. Always waiting there for me with a wagging tail when I would get home from work. He was always excited to see me…well, really anyone who came over.
We've know this was coming and I have tried to make sure that I was the one to take him to the doctor each time so that the girls wouldn't have to deal with that part of it. Unfortunately this morning he died while he was outside and the wife and girls were still there. I was already at work and half my staff had called in sick so there was no way I could get home to help. They buried him in our backyard before going on to school today.
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