May 1981 —- Feb. 1996
Westie
Hobo was the ideal dog.
The one with the perfect disposition.
The one who always knew to move out of your way at
all times and the one who would lie beside any baby and keep
watch over it with out touching it.
One time when we were at work during a thunderstorm he dug
out of the backyard in his panic. We came home and found him gone
and were distraught. After searching and searching to no avail
we saw a neighbor down the street and inquired if he had seen
a small white dog. He said he saw one drenched at the corner
gas station being taken in by the attendants there.
We were just meant to find him and were so thankful!!!
He was the head dog when a young friend was brought home for
him—Bailey the Westie. He trained Bailey from a pup of
8 weeks in all things involving respect and proper behavior etc.
However he was getting old blind and crotchety then.
Bailey also protected Hobo from all harm (examinations medicine etc.)
by threatening anyone that he thought might be harming his friend.
Hobo developed a growth on his neck which the veterinarian
did not advise removing. We always knew Hobo would let us know
when his time had come for his deliverance.
One night about 2 AM we heard him suddenly cry in anguish
and pain (he slept in our bedroom)and we knew his time had come.
He was in such pain that we found a pain medication from a surgery
and broke it in half for him His horrendous pain was immediately
relieved by it. We took him that night to the emergency
vet for euthanasia. When the injection was given him,
he thanked us by kissing our hands and just went to sleep.
There will never be another little doggie like him and we continue
to miss him every day.
Gerry
(Tekgerry@aol.com)
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