OT:my precious Smeagol "Lurch" Sneaky snack, Sugar dawg's bookend........

after an unexpected stomach problem that usually was normal for my precious Smeagol, especially in the last three years, James and I took him to Stonegate which was the vet I used for the last 17 years for my pets, only to discover that he was gravely and mortally ill. His x- ray revealed that he had a mass larger than a football either over and through or encompassing his spleen. He was dying and we'd had no idea or indication. His stomach problem was far worse than it had ever been, and we did what was only humane.....we had to have him put down. He was just five years old. He had a most incredible life, short as it was, and Sugar is grieving right now as she was extremely close to him. Her refusal herself to eat is only lessened by her drinking water right now. Even Pester's the old cat who had almost grieved himself to death after Rose's un-timely death from bloat five years ago, is looking through the house for him right now. On Thursday when Smeagol first started getting visibly ill, he cleaned his face like any good cat does for his family dog.....
This last two year's that he's had with me and my new family as well as his usual pack (my daughter and her own girls, my new grandbaby, my son's, the new step son, and the new "Da" as he responded towards James), and learning a new trick just for James only, "Sneaky snack" to inch forwards in eager anticipation for a large milk bone which he'd inhale and then try to steal Sugar's which she'd either horde or give him willingly, to the point where she DID give it to him......his absolute adoration for everyone. my familiar description that Michael, my oldest, gave me to describe him....."a stranger is just a friend that Smeagol hasn't met yet" which he proved every day......he had so many adventures over the last two years, he relocated wonderfully from growing up in the country on a dead end country road in Faerie Holler, to living in a rural but more civilized town just off main street with more city noises........he got to swim in Lake Michigan, run in fields unfettered and free. He had the close bond of his Sugar dawg who was like a mama to him at first, who loved him like her own puppy, in spite of her never been a mother. She gave up the Alpha position when we moved to Greeneville last April to him, and in spite of his not earning it because he was such a wuss, he took it and played fiercely with her, and keeping both of them fit...his deep bark was enough to keep strangers at bay, but had someone gone for him, he'd just have licked them to death. He loved everyone. His anxious growl whine when he heard other dogs was always hilarious, and his greed of always wanting somethign that was Sugars was funny when James would call her, he'd pop his head around the corner. His quickness to mind and sit without being told or asked.....always willing to behave. He was an excellent dog. Never misbehaving, just whacky and wonderful and goofy. He was most unique. His absolute terror of thunderstorms that needed medication.....his need of us was pure and absolute. He hated fireworks too, and the vacume cleaner, but even the dust mop would unnerve him.......he loved without boundaries, and he loved with every inch of his being. From the top of his wrinkled head
He can't be replaced.... Thanks for letting me share this. the best I got Saturday right afterwards was that Dr. Larry told me that when he was buried in an anomous farm, that he'd be placed next to Rose, and when I incredulously said that it had been quite awhile since she'd died and been buried there, he assured me he knew where she'd been laid to rest and that he'd make sure Smeagol was placed next to her. That was a kindness I wasn't expecting and I seriously appreciated it. As I couldn't bear to watch him die, James was with him and said that he was going almost before they could assist him. He seemed to know he was going and seemed relieved, it's been a hard day today......... again, thank you for letting me share this. Anyone wanting to see a resized JPG of Sugar and Smeagol can e-mail me personally.
maddie
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On Mon, 8 Jun 2009 16:22:51 -0700 (PDT), snipped-for-privacy@yahoo.com wrote:

I'm so sorry for your loss, Maddie. Smeagol was obvuiysly a wonderful dog and well loved.
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On Jun 8, 7:22 pm, snipped-for-privacy@yahoo.com wrote:

It is so hard to lose furkids. May the pupper shaped hole in your heart right now be filled with the love of another furkid. Nan
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I appreciate your condolences. I'm not going to replace Smeagol for Sugar nor myself until things with us are clearer. One of the things is one day, way up the road, we hope to have our own place, instead of renting. I like where I live right now, but it's not what I'd invest in for the huge space we have too much of and not enough of other ie: yard for garden and flowerbeds. A good thing for me is now I've made a garden friend just down the road! So that fills the garden loss I have had lately. Whereas I used to replace my furry children almost immediately, lately, I'm slower to do this. The one who will benefit sooner with another dog in the family, will be Sugar. She is a dog person and her grief is becoming more and more obvious lately. She's becoming more insecure about being left, which we don't do at all since his death. She goes everywhere (like she used to before James returned home to me from England) now and it's gotten even worse than it ever was with her following us everywhere and through the rooms like a puppy usually does. I went out to the van today and she stood by the front glass storm door looking at me like I was leaving her for good! And when we returned in the past, she'd stand on her back legs and "hug" us around our waist. She's taken to doing this when we just step outside without her!
Needy and insecure for a six and a half year old isn't the word for it. Pester's has stopped crying through the rooms, and my pain will ease, hardest is the little endearments he had. A most unique and polite dog. One of the best in my furry family ever. I've had a good photo print made and put it out to remind me what a great guy he was. THanks for all your kindnesses.
maddie in deluges of lightening, rains, thunderstorms, floods, and some tornado spottings right now zone 7 sunset zone 36 Eastern Tennessee gardening in the green bowl
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