I always say we should cry at births and rejoice at funerals. When we are born we must die and in between we sometimes suffer.
My dog had a great life.
Got him from a good friend who named him after the great developer of Chiropractic, BJ Palmer.
A great hunting dog he was not, so here we are 11 years later, just starting to feel the pain of life.
A nervous dog that could not be left at home indoors. He had a great outdoor kennel that he loved, and was warm in his insulated dog house.
He loved to run after trails of animals and up until today walked the trial down to the creek in all sorts of weather.
Howling in the woods and never catching up to anything, always in the chase, what a life of process.
Always a friendly dog, afraid of cat's inside the house, a menace to them outside. A dog who could care less of human's in the outdoors and a loving pet indoors who loved to cuddle near someone.
A good life. One worth living. He was treated like a dog. He loved being outdoors.
We will see how he does in the next coming days. He is starting to lose interest in walking, his favorite. He is starting make noise of pain when moving.
He has a large tumor inside that will one day take his life or that day will come when we send him home.
To howl again.
Love and Blessings,
Steve
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