I was working up in Rifle this past weekend and I received a call on Friday that Shadow Boy wouldn't come in. He was laying comfortably in his own backyard. I wasn't too concerned because he would often project this behavior.
He passed on eating for 8 full days back at the beginning of September. Again, I wasn't really worried that he didn't want any food on that Friday afternoon. I checked back in as I laying in my hotel room and he was still out back. It was easy for me to chalk this up as simply being lazy.
I obviously didn't sleep worth a SH*T and was up and waiting for the call of duty. Our crew departed the hotel by 5:30am and my mind was focused on the task at hand. Somewhere around sunrise my phone rang again with an update.
I was informed that my Vet wanted to see The Boy Dog and my mind raced out of control. The Dude came over to the house and he said that The Boy Dog was standing in the breeze way and he gave one quick wag of his trail when he recognized him.
The Dude called me from the Vet's and I asked him if Shadow was limp when he carried him to the car or was he kind of alert. The Dude told me that Shadow was comfortable but weak in the car. He explained that the Vet could see that The Boy Dog was dehydrated so an IV was set and Shadow received an O2 mask.
My co-work Doc and I raced back to GJ as fast as we could and to the Vet's we went. I walked into the office and the gal's face behind the deck said it all. I went to the back room where Shadow was on the table covered in a blanket. We locked eyes!! Shadow was waiting for me. That Boy Dog held on and waited for his human. Unbelievably Loyal At All Times!! Under Any Phuc-N Condition.
I immediately put my hands below his ears and my forehead to his and asked," What do you want me to do Boy?" Slowly everyone left the room and the Vet gave me my options. The Vet offered me an IV bag with antibiotics and a syringe in case he became uncomfortable. The Vet said that he would follow me and we could lay him to rest in the backyard. The Vet also said he would come over on Sunday as well if needed.
Shadow Boy & I originally thought that this would be a good idea but then The Boy Dog dropped a paw off the side table and eventually hung the full weight of his head off the table in my hands. Thats when I knew that we wouldn't be leaving together.
I made the choice and TheVet unhooked his IV from his port. I began talking to Shadow through his skull between his ears and the fluid of orange death was administered. The Boy Dog began his new journey so quickly and peacefully.
So Cheers To The Chinese Year Of The Dog!!
Old Gramps Passed Away Earlier This Year And I Let Shadow Boy Go On The First Day Of Fall.
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