I would never have guessed that our almost 16 year old dog would outlive one of the younger ones, but that is how it went down today.Dillion II, our Springer Spaniel, died today around 2 PM. He was 11 years old. He had been in constant pain for about a week and we made the decision over the weekend. We know that it was the right decision because he was so incredibly unhappy and
sick.
We will remember all the good stuff about this dog: the fact that he would sit in front of Steve staring at him in devotion; or that if Steve was in the ha
mmock, there should be room for Dillion, too; or that Dillion also liked to ride in the kayak trying to kiss me right on the lips when both of my hands were busy paddling. He liked to play Frisbee, bu
t he never picked it up, instead giving way to his elder, Gable. We got Dillion and his brother, Owen, to replace Steve's first Dillion. We think that the day we put Dillion I down is the day the new Dillion was born.It is quiet around here tonight, but it is better not to hear Dillion moaning. I'm sure he is happier.
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Debbie, just catching up on blogs and am sorry to hear about Dillon. I know what a hole it leaves, but it is filled with wonderful memories and stories.
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