Monday, November 07, 2005

My Gustofert

My dog Gussy is not doing well. He is 16 years old.. born on Valentine's Day, many, many years ago and named after Gus Mcrae of the book Lonesome Dove. He is the love of my life and soon I am going to have to let him go. Gussy has traveled numerous miles with me and RLB, jumped off the fishing dock with me, into the river, to the count of three, has been chased and kicked by donkeys and horses, has been hit by a truck two times (received broken leg with pins), has been filled with buckshot (thanks to my old asshole neighbor who shot him as a pup), has given me hundreds of kisses, has protected me from strangers, has scratched the hell out of RLB's old truck from road tripping, has been kind to many cats, has never bitched at me, has never hit me, has consoled me when I was hurt, has barked into the night for no reason at all, has alerted me when strangers were near, has farted in the truck and didn't roll the windows down, has eaten horse poop, has smiled at me every morning of his life, has eaten pumpkin pie from my fork, has eaten chinese food from Lew's chopsticks, has jumped 5' into the air to catch a stick, has tried to bite a mean kid on a bicycle, and has given unconditional love...
Gussy has heartworms and the medicine will more than likely kill him at this age. I am doing the only other thing I know to do and that is give him herbal remedies and wish for the best. I spent tons of money today that I had saved up for Christmas to buy him this medicine, I pray that it works. I really don't know what I will do without him.....
Posted by Whistler71 :: 8:35 PM :: 13 Comments:

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