{"id":1848,"date":"2013-07-30T04:30:40","date_gmt":"2013-07-30T04:30:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rattlebridge.com\/blog\/?p=1848"},"modified":"2013-07-30T04:36:56","modified_gmt":"2013-07-30T04:36:56","slug":"a-tribute-to-snoop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rattlebridge.com\/blog\/a-tribute-to-snoop\/","title":{"rendered":"A Tribute to Snoop"},"content":{"rendered":"

I came home from judging two full days last night and as usual was greeted by the mob.\u00a0 My\u00a0Snoop seemed subdued but he has had some kind infection in his sinus tract and I pinned it\u00a0on that and the fact that I had just found a growth in his right nostril.\u00a0 He was also having trouble getting up\u00a0and moving. He was on meds and had seemed to be responding, but last night after I went to bed exhausted after two days of judging dog shows on concrete with my\u00a0still recuperating rebuilt foot, I was awakened by his pacing and panting, pacing and panting\u2014sure signs of pain.\u00a0\u00a0His abdomen was rock hard and he cried when I touched it.\u00a0 So at three a.m. I took him to my vet who came in did an x-ray which showed no suspected bloat and did blood work.\u00a0\u00a0His pain was so bad we knocked him out. It he had a mass on his liver and a gall bladder problem.\u00a0My vet, my hero always, Dr. Mark Harris of Annehurst Vet Clinic in Westerville, kept him to keep him sedated and out of pain.\u00a0 He seemed to respond and so I picked him up late afternoon knowing the writing was on the wall, but was hoping for more time with him; as soon as I got him home he told me that he was still really in pain and ready to go. So I called Annehurst and my friend and vet tech came up and we put him to sleep while in my arms.\u00a0 He knew and I knew that it was time and he knew and I knew that we loved each other.\u00a0\u00a0He was loyal, devoted and always with me.\u00a0 I am grateful to God that he became really ill\u00a0at three o\u2019clock\u00a0this morning and was gone at seven this evening\u2014no lingering and suffering. \u00a0He is buried in our grove of trees in the front and I will plant a dogwood tree on his grave.\u00a0 What I will do without him is beyond me.\u00a0 Like my Wendy whom I lost last July, his presence is all over this house. I see him beside the bed, in his favorite chair, everywhere. <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Snoop was a character in every way.\u00a0 He could take a Tupperware container off the counter by his teeth by the edge of the bowl, place it gently on the floor, get the top off, and dine.\u00a0 He could get into the garbage even with child locks on the cabinets.\u00a0 The day I found Wendy and him with the Thanksgiving turkey on the kitchen floor each pulling on a wing, I chased him out of the kitchen with a frying pan and only his quickness saved his ass.\u00a0Then there was the day he took my thick, juicy T bone.\u00a0\u00a0Only the thought of my having to go to confession for murder saved his ass again. \u00a0The amazing thing is he always knew when he did things to make me crazy as I would not have to say a word, just watch him slinking before I found his latest misdeed like pulling all the paper out of waste baskets. He knew what he was doing and knew he could get away with it. <\/strong><\/p>\n

He came into our life a rescue.\u00a0 He was a year and a half old and was to stay only a couple of days until I could place him.\u00a0 Twelve or thirteen years or more later, he was still with me.\u00a0 I just wish he was mine for longer but he is waiting for me standing by Al, Wendy and all the others at the Rainbow Bridge\u00a0waiting, just waiting . . . <\/strong><\/p>\n

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