Post by Julie on Feb 28, 2011 17:41:12 GMT -6
"Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes were calling...
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide."
That was my Danny's song. But I never sang the second line I quoted here. I always just sang to him, "Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling, Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so."
The day after Valentine's Day, I lost my sweetheart. He was the sweetest, mellowest Dalmatian you could ever meet. We're not sure exactly how old he was, but when we got him in '98, the vet said he was about 2 years old. So he was somewhere around 15 when we said goodbye.
Danny was my first obedience dog. He was the one that got me into competitive obedience. He was SOOOO good at obedience class, I was encouraged to get an obedience title on him. At the time, I knew nothing about the world of competitive obedience. But I worked with Danny and entered him in his first trial. He took first place in Novice A and I was forever hooked. He finished his CD and then got his CDX.
Danny was my double blue-eyed, unilaterally deaf, stone former Dalmatian. He got the triple Dal whammy. Of course the blue eyes weren't a problem since I wasn't breeding him, and I loved those steel blue eyes. Even the deafness in one ear didn't seem to affect him much. But the stones DID cause problems, and those of you who have been affected by the specter of Dalmatian Stone Disease can sympathize.
By the time the end was nearing, my boy had lost from 60 pounds to 44 pounds. He lost a great deal of muscle mass in his rear which caused him to have difficulty in getting around. We already had a handicapped ramp to get down from the deck, and he couldn't have made it up and down without it. When we took him to the vet because he wasn't eating, they said that his liver was almost completely non-functional. So we made the decision to end his suffering.
In the last two years, we have lost five Dals; Jake, Mya, and Charlie from the ravages of old age, Peter in a horseback riding accident, and now Danny from old age. Even though we still have five Dals, the house seems so empty. Jesse will be 15 next month and I pray he hangs in there a little longer.
I miss you terribly, my Danny boy. If God lets dogs be angels, I'm sure you will qualify. You made such an impact on my life. Once again, my heart is in need of repair. How many times can it endure being ripped?
Julie
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide."
That was my Danny's song. But I never sang the second line I quoted here. I always just sang to him, "Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling, Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, I love you so."
The day after Valentine's Day, I lost my sweetheart. He was the sweetest, mellowest Dalmatian you could ever meet. We're not sure exactly how old he was, but when we got him in '98, the vet said he was about 2 years old. So he was somewhere around 15 when we said goodbye.
Danny was my first obedience dog. He was the one that got me into competitive obedience. He was SOOOO good at obedience class, I was encouraged to get an obedience title on him. At the time, I knew nothing about the world of competitive obedience. But I worked with Danny and entered him in his first trial. He took first place in Novice A and I was forever hooked. He finished his CD and then got his CDX.
Danny was my double blue-eyed, unilaterally deaf, stone former Dalmatian. He got the triple Dal whammy. Of course the blue eyes weren't a problem since I wasn't breeding him, and I loved those steel blue eyes. Even the deafness in one ear didn't seem to affect him much. But the stones DID cause problems, and those of you who have been affected by the specter of Dalmatian Stone Disease can sympathize.
By the time the end was nearing, my boy had lost from 60 pounds to 44 pounds. He lost a great deal of muscle mass in his rear which caused him to have difficulty in getting around. We already had a handicapped ramp to get down from the deck, and he couldn't have made it up and down without it. When we took him to the vet because he wasn't eating, they said that his liver was almost completely non-functional. So we made the decision to end his suffering.
In the last two years, we have lost five Dals; Jake, Mya, and Charlie from the ravages of old age, Peter in a horseback riding accident, and now Danny from old age. Even though we still have five Dals, the house seems so empty. Jesse will be 15 next month and I pray he hangs in there a little longer.
I miss you terribly, my Danny boy. If God lets dogs be angels, I'm sure you will qualify. You made such an impact on my life. Once again, my heart is in need of repair. How many times can it endure being ripped?
Julie
