Snoopy was a little timid at first, but he showed flashes of his playfulness and hyperactivity at times. But the 1 year old beagle-dachshund mix had a rough start in life. A neighbor's dog had gotten into Snoopy's owner's front yard and chewed up the puppy pretty good. The owner didn't bother to go out and get his wounded dog. A neighbor heard Snoopy yelping and crying, so he went over and picked him up. He took him to the vet where they patched him up.
The owner wanted Snoopy back, and the vet refused. Instead, he gave the dog to that animal rescue where he lived in a foster home with a bunch of cats. Yeah, I know. Isn't that terrible?
Anyway, Snoopy was MY dog, and he needed to know I wasn't going to beat him or neglect him. It took a lot of work to gain his trust, but he eventually became a wonderful dog. Although he's 100% hound, he HATES the water, and his gait reminded me of a very fanciful reindeer prancing around.
In 2000, he had a tumor removed from his side. But other than that, he's been a pretty healthy, happy dog.
Snoopy is now 18 1/2 years old, which is right around 95 human years. He started slowing down in 2010. He lost his hearing that year, and he lost a step or two in 2011. But up until then, people didn't believe me when I said that he was 16. The old man still acted like a puppy. Snoopy started losing his mind early this year, and I'd often see a void in his once bright puppy eyes. He'd get lost in corners, staring at the walls.
The last couple of days have been rough for him. He's eaten very little, and he's even beginning to refuse water.
The old man can't walk very well, and I have to carry him everywhere. When I hold his bony body, I can feel him shaking. I can hear him grunting in pain. Snoopy is suffering, and it's time to be the responsible owner.
Today, I will him take him to the vet. And I will say my goodbyes. The doctor will give him two injections. The first one will temporarily take away all of his anguish, and he'll perk up for a second. The second injection will stop his heart, and he will feel no more pain.
My 9 year old daughter had a dream two weeks ago. She saw Snoopy struggling to walk just as he has the last few months. And with each step, he gained strength and speed until he went into a graceful gallop. Snoopy smiled with his tongue hanging out, and that's when he broke into a full sprint, his legs pumping and pushing his slender body across a grassy field. And then his body began to glow a golden shimmering light, and he just kept running and had no intentions of ever stopping.
I think she caught a glimpse of Doggie Heaven.
Goodbye Snoopy, my Wonder Mutt.
|Snoopy's wearing a Super Cape my daughter made for him last week|