Tavarish - his story is so long.
He was only with us to give his foster mom a break for a week or so. HA. We see how that worked out.
He was the broken dog nobody, anywhere, wanted. EPI that needed the expensive enzymes and VWD. Yeah, so his VDW never ended up being an issue during his life - I mean that dog had plenty of chances to bleed to death while with us! Yet the vet there told us he could die just from cutting his nails too short and therefore we won't neuter him. Glad I went around them and had everything donated for his neuter. Again "he could die on the table" but yet he didn't drip a drop of blood. Once he was ours, we swapped enzymes. Yep, didn't need as much and was so much cheaper. So he wasn't really the spendy broken dog he was made out to be. I guess that worked in our favor since nobody wanted him. They all missed out on an awesome dog.
Like Jet and Ryan before him, he was not short on adventures and travels. I will always giggle when I look back at the pic of him peeing on the welcome to Alaska sign as we were leaving Alaska.
I guess even he grew tired of it. He always just jumped into things without any thought to the outcome - cliff, no problem, we'll just jump it and see what happens. Tree branch in the way - no problem, let's just jump it, who knew it dropped off on the other side. I'm glad he was old and past all that when we stopped at the Grand Canyon or he'd be testing barriers or jumping cliffs there too! The boy was fearless. Almost. His favorite toy floated away at the beach one day because he wasn't going into those huge (itty bitty little) scary waves to get it. So he stood there on the beach and watched his favorite toy float away. He'd run the beach for ever if you'd let him. Jet would just run along with him, tease him and then blow past him, then look back and laugh. He loved running on the beach with Jet.
Once we added Abby to the family, he had a rough and tumble playmate. Jet wasn't a fan of his play style, she'd run circles around him, but none of that loud mouthy jump all over you kind of play. She was happy to let Abby fill that roll. He'd go out and explore the back yard every morning. He had trails through the brush. The squirrels were always on alert. He was slow, so they would get a head start, but I'm still pretty sure he got one once... or at least its tail. Lizards - we have plenty of tailless ones still running around. Tree frogs always fascinated him. Took him a while to realize maybe he shouldn't keep trying to eat or lick the frogs. The snake bite - well, that was a rough 4 hours. When the vet says she can do nothing and we'll know in 4 hours if it was a rattle snake or something a little less of an issue - he'll either die or not, but you'll know within 4 hours. Umm... yeah, thanks. So very rough 4 hours, but he was fine other than the leg the size of an elephant.
When we decided to get another doberman, we wanted T to help us train the new puppy. He'd been slowing down a lot so we decided it was time to add Kiska. He taught him all his moves to take Abby down. They still don't work, Abby will always kick both their butts! And when he slowed down even more, the play was just on the floor/ground instead of up and running around. They got grumpy with each other in the last few months, but T rubbed off on Kiska - include the fear of waves.
The vet asked us a few times if he really was 14. He'd done so well for how old he was and she hardly saw any live past 12 - whatever we'd done, we'd done well. But his body was failing him, so it was time. He was falling into things, falling over, just having a hard time. Last week he no longer met us at the door to go out after we came back from a walk with Kiska and Abby to play in the front yard. When he'd go out to potty he would go out, pee and then head right back inside. He didn't want to go down the stairs anymore, didn't roll in the grass while I let the birds out and then didn't come out with me to let them out or lock them up at night. He said no to kibble unless you had something really awesome to go with it and even then, he didn't want the kibble. And when he fell while he was peeing and just looked at me with those eyes while he sat there peeing on his legs, I knew it really was time. His body didn't have much more to give him.
I can say that with three dogs in three different circumstances, all decisions suck! Ryan was sick and it was clear when it was time, but it took a long time to get there. Jet jumped off the couch and broke her leg at 14 and the osteo was in her lungs, there was no option there. Tavarish was old. Age is probably the most agonizing decision so far. But it is true, they do let you know, you just have to be willing to listen.
Tavarish - may you run on the beach with Jetty bug to your heart's content. I will miss you my old man. You join the ranks of Best Dog Ever.