Tribute to a Good Boy
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| From a few years ago at a spry 14 years old |
My dear little buddy made an exit this week. He was advanced in age, deaf, blind, incontinent... and more. I wish he's passed peacefully in his sleep, but ultimately I had to have him put to sleep. It's the worst kind of decision.
Drago was a little bit of an accident. My roommate and I were out Christmas shopping and ended up taking a break by playing with some puppies for sale. The second I spotted puppy Drago, I was sure he was the cutest thing I'd ever seen. It was all just hair and two giant eyes. The breeder kept trying to get us interested in another from the litter, but we just knew Drago was the special one. He was shy at first and then gradually playful. For me it was love at first sight- the only time that's happened to me, btw. He was way over any budget we had, so we paid for him in installments. He was a great investment, for me any way!
Drago had wonderful energy, especially as a puppy. He loved everyone and would just bounce from lap to lap. Sadly, he was attacked by a German Shepherd and it dramatically altered his personality. He never stopped loving the ladies, but from then on, there were very few men he liked and he developed anxiety around most other dogs.
To his family, Drago's personality remained sweet. He was patient with both the kids and ever the little man of the house. He was a vigilant crumb catcher. When he wasn't searching for edibles, he liked to curl up at my feet. And that's how I will always remember him!
