Tipper was old. Really old. Still, I wish I had him a little longer but I'm so thankful that he was relatively healthy until the end. Last Wednesday, I scratched his head and gave him a kiss. He was gone by the time I came home from work.
I find it interesting that on that day, Google photos had compiled an album of memories that were of Tipper. I'll miss this boy - his snaggle tooth, his tongue hanging out, his bad breath, his bad attitude (toward anyone but me).
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I wonder what caused his bad breath. Peggy and I had a schnauzer who had bad breath, and it turned out that he was suffering from lung cancer (we are nonsmokers).
I am very sad that Tipper is gone. I've never moved beyond my grief for the dogs I lost. When our last dog died, we started getting cats, partially because we thought their death would be easier to bear. We now have five cats, and have lost none, yet I know that when we do, it will be no less nightmarish than losing a dog.
I have an understanding of how much you are suffering, and I offer you my knowledge and my caring.
I am so sorry to hear this. You are right, it was a flaw in the Master Plan, I think. That our beloved pets can't be with us for our lifetime.
Sending hugs.
I think it was his one tooth that caused his stinky breath. He was too old to put under and all I could do was try cleaning it by hand.
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