And then there was one….

Oh blogaroos. There really are no words when your voice is hoarse from tears….

My humping buddy has gone to see Frodo. And Viktor. And a bunch of other dogs he never met before but he will soon be a best buddy to. He’s also hanging out with a human dog friend who was actually there when he left this world. That’s a story for another day – but we know he’s in good hands. As long as our friend holds on to the leash.

The Coyote had a few bright days after he had some medical treatment- but then, well he pretty much quit eating. He MIGHT eat a bit – but it wasn’t enough to sustain him. And his already lean frame no longer looked like a runway model, but rather a street dog in a far off land. The once popular turkey burgers and the prime rib burgers were spit out like poison. And the Warden sadly had to admit that after fighting for success for two years, the battle was now over.

Her dear friend Patty went with her to wish the Coyote happy trails. And our wonderful vet who three weeks ago said it wasn’t “time,” now sadly agreed that things had deteriorated beyond a hope of improvement.

When the Warden came home, I knew something was wrong. And I checked out the vehicle to see where my wrestling partner was. And honestly- I understood. We PONs are a pretty clever lot….

So now I am completely stuck like crazy glue to the Warden and I keep licking away her tears. She even let me hang out with her in the DFZ – because now there aren’t two or three dogs to wrestle between the glass cabinets.

The Coyote always marched to his own drummer – but he had THE sweetest personality on the planet. Not to mention his patience for my raucous play complete with biting until he screamed uncle. But then he would come back for more. We’ll miss his zen-like staring at the lake – and I’ll miss cleaning up any food he didn’t want (which was a lot lately). We wish he had had more time with sheep – but after taking out the instructor at the knees during one session, it’s no wonder she never called us back. I hear there’s lots of sheep over the bridge….

No more shots. No more pills. Just an open door to run free. With no long line.

We’re still here. But geez, I’ll have to get in double the mischief to keep this blog going. But…never say never…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.