A little over two years doesn't seem like a fair amount of time, but I guess it's more than some who have come have had with me.
He should have come to me off the farm a few years before but I was up to my ears in alligators at the time and let him move on into adoption up north. In the spring of 2011 I received a phone call from Marilyn -- "guess who is coming back"? The rest is history
He never walked anywhere -- he boinged. The alternative vets had a difficult time evaluating him and treating him in the beginning. He really worked thru pain. He could forget anything if it meant going bye bye -- what he loved most in life. Of course, I have regrets -- I wish I would have taken him more, even if around the block. Why at the time, doesn't it seem to be enough time to do simple things like take a ride around the block, but when you look back, you think, surely, I could have squeezed out 5 minutes.....
And, you can never go back
I'm going to miss my crazy dog.