Latina
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Arthur was the sweetest, gentlest, most loving and loyal pet anyone could ever want: our 10-year-old dachshund. He died yesterday about 1:00 p.m. after a months-long chronic kidney illnes and suffering terribly his last two nights. We petted him, hand-fed him, tried to soothe him in his last hours until he breathed his last.
Great memories: Arthur sitting up on his butt, his front legs up in the air asking people to dance with him. Riding in our antique car in parades, enjoy watching the crowds as we drove by them. Leaning against the bed at 2 a.m. asking to be petted and loved and giving back so much more love than we could ever hope to repay. Our very first day with him, when he eagerly showed us he already knew how to roll over and how to shake hands. Sitting by the table, looking up at the family with such love and trust, while hoping to be snuck some table scraps. Barking and chasing chickens that he had NO hope of ever catching. Barking to get our attention so we would watch him spin at 90 miles an hour chasing his own tail, Arthur loving how his silliness made us laugh. Walking him as passerbys commented "look at the cute weiner dog". His perpetual faint smell of nachos and cheese. And a million more precious memories we shall forever cherish. Maybe it sounds silly, but in honor of
the nacho smell of our late weiner-dog, we went out
and ate weiners and a plate of nachos and cheese last night.
So very sad today. He will be SO missed! Frank and I did SO much crying and hugging last night over his loss! Only consolation is that Arthur is no longer suffering and in pain. And we got to tell him how much his love and loyalty meant to us, and to say goodbye, before he took that last breath--you don't often get that chance to say goodbye to those you love.
If any of you are the praying type, please pray for Arthur's comfortable eternal rest. And have some weiners and nachos in his memory.
-- Latina
Great memories: Arthur sitting up on his butt, his front legs up in the air asking people to dance with him. Riding in our antique car in parades, enjoy watching the crowds as we drove by them. Leaning against the bed at 2 a.m. asking to be petted and loved and giving back so much more love than we could ever hope to repay. Our very first day with him, when he eagerly showed us he already knew how to roll over and how to shake hands. Sitting by the table, looking up at the family with such love and trust, while hoping to be snuck some table scraps. Barking and chasing chickens that he had NO hope of ever catching. Barking to get our attention so we would watch him spin at 90 miles an hour chasing his own tail, Arthur loving how his silliness made us laugh. Walking him as passerbys commented "look at the cute weiner dog". His perpetual faint smell of nachos and cheese. And a million more precious memories we shall forever cherish. Maybe it sounds silly, but in honor of
the nacho smell of our late weiner-dog, we went out
and ate weiners and a plate of nachos and cheese last night.
So very sad today. He will be SO missed! Frank and I did SO much crying and hugging last night over his loss! Only consolation is that Arthur is no longer suffering and in pain. And we got to tell him how much his love and loyalty meant to us, and to say goodbye, before he took that last breath--you don't often get that chance to say goodbye to those you love.
If any of you are the praying type, please pray for Arthur's comfortable eternal rest. And have some weiners and nachos in his memory.
-- Latina
