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This is my best friend Trey's page
Adopt a dog! or even a lousy cat. but share your home with
a critter. It's good for your soul. No matter how terrible my day is, my best friend is always happy
to see me. There is a rescue organization for almost any breed you can imagine. And for the rest of
us, the local shelters almost always have potential candidates for you to peruse. Oh yeah, SPAY or NEUTER your
pet! Everyone will be happier that way.
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I lost another Best Friend this past week. This time my buddy Trey went to wherever awesome dogs go when they're
time here is done. Trey was an exceptional dog. I'm not just saying that because he was part of the family, everyone
who knew him felt the same way. He was what they call a "rescue". Laura literally snatched him from the jaws of
death at the shelter. He was going to be destroyed because the shelter folks thought he was a vicious dog. He
has serious issues with cages and chains etc. We figure he was around a year old when Laura brought him home.
The day he came home with her, I was napping upstairs. I heard her come home and quite a ruckus ensued and I could
hear lots of laughter. Before I had a chance to investigate, I heard what I thought was a horse charging up the steps
and the most beautiful rottie lept on to the bed and stood over me. Love at first sight! That was a little
over eight years ago. He never once caused us any grief. He was the most obedient and loving dog I have ever had.
And I've had a few.
Last Friday, Trey collapsed after going upstairs. He went into a seziure and cardiace arrest. Laura revived
him with CPR. The vet felt we was too weak to make the trip after the seziure. We fretted over him till first
thing in the morning and took him to the clinic. The labwork showed he was in the final stages of kidney failure.
He had been sick for quite a while but we didn't pick up on it. He never really acted sick and we just assumed that
at 9 years old he was slowing down. The vet thought he had a week or so. He had 24 hours. We took him home
and loved him up. He almost immediately started showing symptoms we were warned to watch for. He had a very rough
Saturday night. Laura and I sat with him all night and we knew it was time. Sunday at 1130 we had him put to rest.
What an empty spot my buddy Trey left.
I am sad to announce that our friend "Taxi" has passed on. Taxi was an American Standard Bred horse
who lived with us for several years. He originally belonged to Panama Jack but due to health reasons, he relocated permanently
to Panama and was unable to take him with him. Laura fell in love with the guy and he became ours. He had a great
personality and grudingly let Laura try to turn him into a Dressage horse. After Laura was injured by another horse,
she was unable to ride him any more. He was then a surrogate parent to "Predicate". He was always very protective
of young horses and was a good papa. I never rode him and I think that's why he liked me so much. I'd feed him,
give him snacks, rub his nose, and he'd follow me around like a dog. We often said he acted like a dog and was indeed
raised with a doberman. But he needed someone to ride him and spend time with him. We were very lucky that we
found great homes for our horses. We gave them to very deserving loving people. Taxi went to finish out his years
with a loving woman who rode him up until he was too old. He became a pasture pony who was still a companion and I know
for a fact that this woman is deeply saddened. Rest in peace Taxi, my favorite hayburner, you were a good horse.
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I'll swipe some pics off the fridge of our other Rotties, Schultz, and Jon
Tu. Both were rescues and wonderful dogs. They had good long lives with us and we're glad they stopped by.
Jon Tu was brought to us by a friend who freed her from an abusive home. She was about 2 years old. She was very
timid and would submissively piss all over the place. We learned to basically ignore her when we returned from outings
and let her come to you. She would snap out of fear and it took lots of love to cure her of that. She and I would
play tag around the woodstove in the living room. She proved to be an excellent mother and after her litter
we had her spayed. She took ill and we almost lost her just before Elizabeth was born, but her mate, Pony, and
Schultz both donated a good bit of blood and she recuperated but was never her old self. She left us when she
was 11 years old.
Schultz came to us at three days old. He was the sole survivor in his littler. They all had thier tails
docked by breeders who didn't have a clue and the rest of them died from the infection. Schultz was very ill with a
horrible fever that may have left him a little goofy. The vet said he'd probably never get to 75 lbs because he
was so sickly but he was a robust 142 lbs, and not what you'd call fat! He was not an overly social dog but he
was well behaved. I guess his attitude was because the breeders lopped his tail off flush and he went through life with
his ass sticking out. He tolerated a lot a parties and rowdyness and he never bit anyone.
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