northernboxr
Super Boxer
Wow... I haven't been on BW since my Riker was just a pup.... tearing around, causing havoc and generally being everything a boxer puppy should be!!
Well, two months ago I had to say goodbye to my beautiful young boy and I am still sitting here sobbing. It just doesn't seem to be getting any easier.
It's a long and complicated story... one that makes me cry too much to tell. The condensed version involves 2 ruptured cruciates and intense aggression brought on by the pain and lack of exercise. We worked for months with a behaviourist to get him better, but in the end, we just couldn't do it anymore. There is a lot more to it, but it would take me hours to tell.
Up until the first knee injury, Riker lived in doggy paradise.... the dog park every day, hikes in the woods, he came on all our vacations, had a big yard to play in, grandparents who spoiled him, his best husky friend to live with, too many toys to count, doggy school and tons of doggy friends....
But finally, at the beginning of May we decided to say goodbye. At the time, the decision seemed so straight forward. But now, the bad memories are starting to fade and the good memories are all I have left. I know this is a good thing, but I miss him more and more every day. I still wake up and wonder why he isn't sleeping next to me. I come home from work and expect to find him curled up on my bed. I remember him playing at the dog park with all of his friends...
When is this going to get easier? Anyway... i just needed somewhere to rant. I miss my dog so much. There is a big boxer-shaped hole in my life. Sighhh.... run free little guy.
Well, two months ago I had to say goodbye to my beautiful young boy and I am still sitting here sobbing. It just doesn't seem to be getting any easier.
It's a long and complicated story... one that makes me cry too much to tell. The condensed version involves 2 ruptured cruciates and intense aggression brought on by the pain and lack of exercise. We worked for months with a behaviourist to get him better, but in the end, we just couldn't do it anymore. There is a lot more to it, but it would take me hours to tell.
Up until the first knee injury, Riker lived in doggy paradise.... the dog park every day, hikes in the woods, he came on all our vacations, had a big yard to play in, grandparents who spoiled him, his best husky friend to live with, too many toys to count, doggy school and tons of doggy friends....
But finally, at the beginning of May we decided to say goodbye. At the time, the decision seemed so straight forward. But now, the bad memories are starting to fade and the good memories are all I have left. I know this is a good thing, but I miss him more and more every day. I still wake up and wonder why he isn't sleeping next to me. I come home from work and expect to find him curled up on my bed. I remember him playing at the dog park with all of his friends...
When is this going to get easier? Anyway... i just needed somewhere to rant. I miss my dog so much. There is a big boxer-shaped hole in my life. Sighhh.... run free little guy.