Thank you everyone for your kind words. Its been more than a month since Truck passed but it feels like yesterday. I still catch myself pulling his milk bone out of the cookie jar each night. I feel an incredible amount of guilt for not being able to save him. So many times I have read and heard that they let you know when "it's time" but I never got that message from Trucker. It all happened so fast. I don't know if he understood how sick he was. I feel like I let him down because I dont think he was ready. It seemed like he was expecting us to "fix him" not let him go. It breaks my heart that I couldn't do more. Hindsight is always 20/20 but if I would have amputated his leg immediately I might have saved him. Instead I hesitated and with the aggressiveness of his tumor it was almost immediately too late for second thoughts.
Trucker, you big goof, I miss you. The house seems so quiet without you snoring on the couch or crashing into something. Don't worry I haven't let the other dogs play with your Tillman squeaky OXOXO
Baby is doing very well thanks for asking! Her name is Adeline (or Addie). Ill have to post a pic in the chit chat forum when I get a chance. She is six weeks now and growing like a weed already. Its been an exhausting few weeks but we are finally on somewhat of a schedule. When I had my son Trucker was my late night pal. In the beginning he'd get up with me for the night feedings (although he got lazy a few weeks in and I was on my own again). I'm sad he wasn't there to greet this one. I know they would have bonded.
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