Well, last night was not a good night. Our good friend, Hoover had to be put to sleep. He was suffering from Cushings disease. I don,t exactly know what that is but I know it kills dogs. Hoover had this for about a year and it became apparant that it was time to let him go.
He had been in good spirits and was still happy to see me and was always ready to eat. Yesterday though, he became tired of the fight and I found him laying in hole that he dug several summers ago. He always went there when it was hot because the cool dirt made him feel good. Since it is not hot, I knew that was his clue to me that he was ready to go. He could not get out of the whole, so I had to retrieve him and start with the goodbye's.
We had a vet come to the house and put him down. It was a very hard decision but I know it was the right one.
We will miss him very much but I am happy knowing that he is in Heaven with his old friend Hank, and will have a great time roaming and exploring and above all eating. That was favorite thing to do.
He got his name after the Hoover vacuum cleaner. We had a gigantic Black Cherry tree that would drop thousands of little black cherries all over the porch. Hoover would show up, before he was actually our dog, and he would eat every last cherry off the porch. He looked like a little Pac Man, or a vacuum cleaner. So we went with Hoover instead of Pac Man.
Goodbye Hoover.
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