Wile E., the love of my life, has been put down after 12 dedicated years to the Hugheses. He had a very aggressive sarcoma that had invaded his brain and sinuses, making it very hard to breathe. His birthday was July 1st, 1996. I picked him out 9 weeks later, I taught him ‘on your mark, get set, go,’ how to earn dinner by waiting patiently, or, alternatively pouncing on his bowl, and to jump PVC hurdles. He would dig with enthusiasm but not with focus, when his toys were covered he would pounce on them like an arctic fox, and he was a very good soccer goalie. He always had kisses to give, and he was a vigilant shepard to his sheep. I will miss his crossed front paws, and his infinite patience with me when I would keep him in my room and he wanted to leave to check on the other sheep. He even let me paint his toenails once. I will miss him an incredible amount. The days I was home that he was at the emergency clinic, the house already felt empty without his chain jingling, sitting in main thoroughfares, and kicking his back leg out when he sat down. I miss you I miss you I miss you. Love you forever, Wile E.
Wile E. Hughes
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Oh, my dear. I am so sorry. I know I haven't seen him in years, but he certainly was one of the best dogs I ever knew.And that fourth picture of the two of you is perfect. Frame that, keep it, and treasure it.:)
I haven't the words to express 🙁