In Memory of Tucker
Feb 29, 1992 – Apr 24, 2005
As we’ve been saying, Tucker began a rapid decline this week after a long and noble fight against the power of arthritis. Over the last two years or more, he began to get a little more stiff, but, hoping you wouldn’t notice, was always ready for a romp and a trip outdoors. As the arthritic decay advanced, he had to ingest more and more medicine. Seems here at the last, he had almost as much medicine going in him as there was food. It seems the pain overtook what we could do and by Friday, he could hardly get up at all, and one meal was given to him lying down. Between then and Saturday, he had to be assisted twice just to get on his feet. Yes, the other behaviors that accompany this weakened condition even made him feel worse, because he was ALWAYS great about going outdoors when he needed to.
Luckily, we had a “vet” connection. Neighbor and friend Kristen was able to come over late Saturday night and aid us with helping Tucker leave the pain behind. It was hard to actually do this but then it was a relief to see him quit straining against the grinding arthritis. It WAS great that Kristen could help. Tucker knew her, he was at home on his big pillow-bed and we were all with him. He slipped smoothly away before the medical injection was even complete. It was hard to feel his warm fur without life.
Kristen kindly took Tuck on down to the hospital where she works and the “details” were taken care of.
Tucker was a leap year puppy, born Feb 29, 1992 and joined us in Sunnyvale in April that year. What a grand couple years he enjoyed there in that pool. Summer afternoons after swimming, he’d just sit on the steps and stare at the water wondering when we’d be going to the beach again.
He had a great plane ride in January of 1996 when he was shipped up here and began a new life in the woods. In those years since, he’s had a great time chasing squirrels, raccoons, dogging mole hills open so he could stick his entire head down that hole to smell. He had many trips to the coast staying at the Smiths’ home where ritual beach trips were expected several times a day.
So he’s going to be missed, but we’re both feeling good about the decision to bring on the big sleep. Everyone’s always told us “You’ll know when the time is right.”****..and that’s always an abstract thought until it occurs. We knew it was time.
Tucker’s last great old boy pic was the one in the front yard all posed just right as the button was being pushed, but at the last second, that little breeze probably brought on a lovely smell of old deer poop or something and he was distracted:
Great fur, eh?
Mac has been a little lost and confused today*********.but already thrilled that he got to eat from the BIG DISH Sunday morning. I believe his serious training is just about to begin.
Mark & Rodger.