On Sunday, we lost one of our 12-week-old pups to a virus. He fought so hard! He and his brothers came in to the shelter with it, but Luther just couldn't shake it. He spent the last week at the vet's getting round the clock care.
Such a tiny pup, just starting out in life; it's so unfair. He seemed to rally mid-week last week, but by Sunday morning he had passed peacefully. He was so playful and noisy when he first came in - I can't believe we lost this fantastic little pup.
Also on Sunday, Mr. Bill had to be let go. This lovable old man was obviously someone's pet at one time or another, but he went unclaimed at the pound. We thought he had kennel cough or canine influenza because he was hacking so badly, but tests showed a thyroid tumor. He was such a handsome Boxer, about 12-years-old, and he loved everyone he met. He was only at the shelter for a short time, and boy, did we fall in love with him!
And today, Zoe (below), our 17-year-old princess, let us know it was time. She couldn't get comfortable, yet her legs were too weak for her to constantly move around as some dogs do when their time has come. Our director had to make the difficult decision to let Princess Zoe cross the Rainbow Bridge tonight.
I can only believe that there's a better place, where Luther, Mr. Bill, and Zoe are together. They're no longer suffering, they're happy and playful and enjoying each others' company as dogs should. And someday, we'll all meet again.
I'm gonna miss you guys!
