Just before Thanksgiving we made the terrible decision to let two of our beloved boxers go to the bridge.
Ellie was my first homebred boxer. Though I had two before her, they were both purchased. Ellie, who was shown but never finished, had DM. She first knucked over almost three years ago. She had not walked for almost a year. We got her a cart but she would have no part of it. So every day, several times a day I would pick her up and take her outside. Her mind was still bright to the very end. With me holding up her rear, she would let the neighborhood know if something was amiss. She even helped Carli dig a big hole (this is where Carli thought she was having her puppies). She thought everyone that came into the house certainly came to see her. She always reminded me when it was dinner time and never missed a meal. Unfortunately the disease continued to progress until she was having trouble standing on her front legs.
Gambler, though purchased, was my heart dog. There will never be another like him. I swear the dog could almost speak words. An absolute character. Not long ago we found out that Gambler had GI lymphoma. He had a large growth in his abdomen that pressed on the lower stomach and upper intestine. This made it very difficult for anything to pass through his stomach. I cooked for him and made him special meals of soft foods, which helped for a while. But the days came where he could keep nothing down. He was losing weight and muscle tone very rapidly. We knew it was only a matter of time and did not want him to suffer. We made the decision to let him go with Ellie.
Rest in peace my brindle babies. I miss you.