Hey goats. Today is a rough day. In about 2 hours, I'll be putting down my best friend.
Known him longer than I've known my wife. I got him from a friend about 14 years ago after said friend wasn't ready for a high energy husky pup and couldn't take care of him as much as he wanted to. Happily took him in and never once regretted it. Had family dogs before, but he was MY first dog.
We've had many great adventures and rough patches. We've traversed the entire US together twice. Snuck him into mt Rushmore. Chased down geese at the park. Tangles late at night in the woods with raccoons. Lots of good times he'd lift up a random woman's skirt (something I could never have gotten away with). He was a handsome dog and major chick magnet. Best wingman ever.
Once he got loose and wandered off into a super rural forest area. Given his wandering nature, and friendliness with strangers, I thought I'd never see him again. After hours and hours of driving the back roads woods in despair, I spotted him trotting through a field in full hunting mode. Thinking I'd have to chase the bastard around some strangers peroperty (he was terrible at coming on command, though sweet, he wasnt too bright) I was amazed he did the opposite. When he saw me, I watched as his wolf like hunting instinct slowly melt into recognition and unconditional love. He hopped in the back of the truck on his own (not normal).
We've had some bad times too. Once, while he was sleeping, I tripped over him and fell near his face. Waking violently from his dream, he bit my face so bad I still have prominent scars from it. All my fault. Another time, he slipped his collar and decided it would be great fun to wander around a very urban area with super heavy traffic. Tracked him down near a 4 lane highway. Went to pick him up and carry him back to the truck and at the time didn't realize he had a pinched spine which causes severe pain. Upon picking him up, he whipped around in an instant and crushed my wrist and hand badly for another set of scars. Never underestimate the bite force of a 70lbs husky. Again, my fault.
After 16 years, his body has been rapidly failing on him. He can no longer walk or even stand up on his own. I put off euthanasia for way too long, illogically hoping beyond hope that his condition might magically turn around with meds. Been able to make his last days as comfortable as I can, but everyone has their day. Today is his.
Today, before the vet comes over, we've got a special day planned of the things he's loved in life. He always got weirdly excited on Christmas Day, unwrapping presents and sniffing new things. We picked up a small conifer tree, put up the lights, filled a stocking just for him filled with peanut butter treats, wrapped a chocolate porter beer, the most expensive T-bone steak I could find, thick cut bacon and other assorted goodies with wrapping paper and bows. Gotta send this motherfucker to the afterlife right.
Fucking dogs, man.
RIP, you adorable fuzzy fucking bastard. Glad we got to spend some time on earth together. Godspeed in the next.