I had to send Ringer to the Bridge this afternoon. He's been having mega problems with his rear end the past 18 months/2 years. Last night after we got home from the ER his front end was no longer working and I had a terrible time getting him up the ramp and into the house. This morning we went out about 7 AM, I gave them breakfast, and gave him a special bowl of water. He couldn't move for the next 4-1/2 hours. He was already under the death sentence with the hemangiosarcoma tumor of his heart and the weakness in his rear was getting worse and worse. I could not let him continue this way.
My neighbor came over and helped me lift him into the van. We went to BK where he had five cheeseburgers, then we drove to the ER. As I held him and told him how much I loved him, my happy-go-lucky boy was given a tranquilizer and when he was peacefully sleeping, the vet sent him to the Bridge as I whispered to him how much I love him.
He was my first colored GSD, all the ones before him were whites. He's the one who taught me that all GSDs are the same under their coat colors.
Ringer was one of those special dogs, nothing bothered him, he was always happy, loved to cuddle on the couch, and taught me that it was his right to have the last bite of my lunch or dinner.
His sister Honey, Kelly, Mac, Slider, Bruiser and I will miss him like crazy.
Schibar's Sir Ringer
June 27, 1995 - May 24, 2008
Gayle, my heart goes out to you. No matter how many times this day comes it never gets any easier although we can often grow to bear the loss in time. Thank you for all the wonderful days you gave Ringer. I'm sure he thanked you many times in his own way. Thank you too for giving him the final gift of freedom from the loss of his quality of life. It is a privilege we can give these members of our family if not the human ones.