this here is chester. 10 months ago he came into the rescue i volunteer at. his human had died and his humans family didnt want him. a few health problems but overall, still some life in him.
i attached to him pretty quick and decided i will be his hospice foster. my little guy, pete thedog, liked him and chester liked pete.
chester was a remarkable dog. loved other dogs( hed lay at the dog park like a grandpa watchin the grandkids) and kids. actually, he loved everyone he met. just an all around great dog- even when hed be picky about what he wanted to eat. taking care of him caused me to cut back on doing a lot, which i was ok with. he was worth it.
chesters health took a turn early last week. he was having even more problems walking and with balance. wednesday morning i took him out to pee. he came in and laid down just inside the doorwall. he never did that. walked to his bed every time. he wouldnt eat dinner. set all kinds of food in front of him and he wouldnt even move.
thursday afternoon i carried him into my bedroom to take a nap with me. laying next to me, i knew it was time. he was tired and wore out so i made "the call."
we buried him friday in the memorial garden up at the rescue. a perfect spot under a huge pine tree.
i hate this part of dogs.
RIP my awesome old man.