Our beloved Bloodhound, Sheffield, passed away last weekend. I knew something was wrong when I walked in the room Saturday morning, and he didn't lift his head from his (brand new, orthopedic, faux lambswool covered) bed. He looked like he was still sleeping, but had peacefully gone to Rainbow Bridge.
He was only 8 years old....a ripe old age for a Bloodhound...but other than some old-man type creakiness in the cold weather, he had shown no signs of illness. We were caught off guard....so has been particularly hard to deal with, I guess.....it's just now sinking in. I keep waiting to hear him "sing" to me as soon as I pull in the yard from work.
We're having him cremated, and are going to spread his ashes out in the grove in the spring....his favorite place to track and chase critters, roll in the dirt, and generally make a slobbery filthy mess of himself, lol.
Bye Sheffy.........we miss you.
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