Strauss's Last Day (pictures) - Page 1

In the yard before we headed out for the afternoon.

And they called it wubba love...

It's mine.  No sharesies

If you think this is me humoring my old man, you are incorrect.  My paraplegic dog was making me work for that fizbee.  He still won.


He won the wubba, too.  There was never any quit in this dog.

Forever handsome. Grizzled, grey, and beautiful

Arguing with me in true Mouse fashion.  I asked him to put his head down.  He was saying no.  I reveled in that moment of defiance.


Do you mind? We're having a discussion here.

I put head down for wubba.  Allow you cute picture...for wubba.

I am staring lovingly at my boy, enjoying our last few hours together.  He is staring at...the fizbee I threw.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.

His face here says it all. "Why?  Seriously, you are being ridiculous.  Give me my friggin' toys."

For 8.5 years this is what Strauss did for me.  He helped me up when I was on the ground.  It was my turn.  I never minded.  It could not hold a candle to his service.


Off to our next destination (the lake)

Made it to the lake


He heard a motorcycle

I love this photo


Are you going to hug me again?

Absolutely, buddy.  Absolutely.

Ok.  I am on table, now you give wubba.

Wubba NAO!

Alright.  One more head down. For you.

Because cooperating would be too easy.  My ridiculous wonderful boy.

He indulged me.  He was never a very kissy dog, but sometimes he just knew when to give one.

Sittin' on the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away.


Sittin' on the dock of the bay, wasting time.


But then, time was never wasted with you.

What an awesome tribute for such a special dog! These are memories that will stick with you forever.

 

So sorry for your loss.

R.I.P. Strauss

Always cherish those memories of what was obviously a very special dog.

The best there was

Just beautiful! What a special boy. RIP Strauss.

There's NEVER enough time with our Best Friends...When the end comes it's a very sad time but you will NEVER know a moment without him...His Love and Presence will ALWAYS be around you...You will feel him when you least expect it...But know...he will be there...
I think we all know the pain and empty feeling when one of our Best Friends leaves...There aren't enough words to express our feeling...But know we are ALL there with you...
~RIP~

~Bob~

Peace to you........... keep him safe in your heart, always.

I still have no feelings to speak of. My other dogs are cared for, things are getting done. I laugh, but there's no real joy in it. I don't cry. I feel annoyance, but there's no conviction. I still don't cry.

I look at his pictures and the empty spot in front of my front door. I look at his ashes (in a hideous urn that is in the process of being replaced). The empty collar that no other dog will ever wear.

The wubba that I have not allowed another dog to play with. It is brand new, but it was for his birthday, nobody else's.

Even his pawprint baked in clay evokes nothing in me.

I don't think emotions exist for me anymore.