Esther wrote:territa wrote:R.I.P. my dog, Chico. I took him in to the vet after a very bad night, hoping he'd talk me out of putting him down. He said "16 years old for a small dog is old. Sixteen years old for a large dog is ancient." He was the very best dog. I miss him a lot.
I am so sorry, Territa. What sort of a dog was Chico?
A male retriever -- black labrador mix. I always suspected he had some German shorthair pointer in him, his face was more that shape, he was taller and thinner than the way labs have been bred here. And he used to point(!), at what, only he knew.
He was found in the front yard one cold day. He had mange, an ear infection, probably had been hit by a car. His nails were peeling. I thought he was an old dog, surprised to find out he was only a year old.
It is somewhat appropriate to talk about him now in this thread, because his sheer determination to keep going, no matter what, is one of his characteristics that I will remember always, and take strength from.