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Not long ago someone here asked when you know when your dog is ready to go. Mine came this morning with no real notice. My German Shorthair was a little off his feed yesterday (not at all that unusual for him) and died this morning with no real warning. He was 10 1/2 years old and I thought I had a little more time. I had failed to remember that he was from really big Old World stock and, instead of the usual 60 - 70 pounds, he weighed 96 pounds. No fat...all muscle. My vet was always commenting on his size and muscle tone. That size worked against him and moved him down the actuary scale to a point where his life expectancy was 10 - 11 years rather than the 10 - 14 years of the average size GSP. Hips, eyesight and hearing were slowly declining, but I hadn't really made the connection in my mind.
I'll miss him deeply. He was a true friend. When my wife was suffering from cancer and undergoing chemo, there were times that I felt deep despair. That was always when he (at only one year of age) would lay his head on my knee and stare into my eyes to let me know he understood. Thankfully my wife has now been in full remission for eight years, but that understanding from my dog still remains.
My little Rat Terrier can't understand why his big brother is gone and seems lost. Someday when the hurt lets up I will probably get him another companion, but it will probably be another Rat Terrier. My days of hunting are pretty much over and a couple of friends that like to sit on my lap are now a better fit than a dog that unfairly would have to compete with the memories of another.



I'll miss him deeply. He was a true friend. When my wife was suffering from cancer and undergoing chemo, there were times that I felt deep despair. That was always when he (at only one year of age) would lay his head on my knee and stare into my eyes to let me know he understood. Thankfully my wife has now been in full remission for eight years, but that understanding from my dog still remains.
My little Rat Terrier can't understand why his big brother is gone and seems lost. Someday when the hurt lets up I will probably get him another companion, but it will probably be another Rat Terrier. My days of hunting are pretty much over and a couple of friends that like to sit on my lap are now a better fit than a dog that unfairly would have to compete with the memories of another.



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