Thursday we had to say goodbye to Codie "Bubba" Clyde. It was heartbreaking...as it is every time you have to make the decision to help your fur babies cross the Rainbow Bridge. He was 10.5 years old and his body and mind were giving up. We had taken him a few days prior to get "crazy meds" to help ease some of his anxiety and barking at the air...but a couple days later...he couldn't make it out the doggie door in time to handle his upset belly...and when he finally did make it outside, he would go to the bathroom but just lay in the yard until Heather carried him back in and cleaned him up. This happened all night. So at 6:00 am, we took him to the vet. Heather had told me years ago, when I had to put my Shelby down, that she wouldn't be able to go back when Bubba's time came...so I knew I would go it alone. I feel like we owe it to them to be with them in the end...although it's so terrible when they take their last breath. My sister came from work though and held me as I held him. He was there. And then we wasn't.
I didn't think I would miss that asshole as much as I do (and just like our kitty...he was actually kinda an asshole). But it gets better as the days pass. I still look from him when I get home...as he was always on the couch or chair...stinking it up. I just miss him. But I am glad I got to love him. And I know he was spoiled and loved. We will get his ashes back in a few weeks. Heather said we may not bury him, and that we might just dig Shelby's ashes up so we can take both of them with us when we move. Sounds good to me.
So I will leave you with a few pictures. He had the cutest smooshie face, often smelled like an old vacuum bag, and didn't want you to pet him until he decided he needed it, and then didn't want you to stop until he was satisfied. His farts were unlike anything you have ever smelled and would hang like a black cloud over your head. But he was ours.