My Favorite Dog Died, Good Bye my B.A. Puppy

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About 15 years ago, my son picked up a dog. The dog was with a homeless guy who was in the process of beating the dog with his walking stick. As my son tells it, the guy stopped beating the dog, and he took the dog home. His landlord didn't want the dog, a large boxer mix, whom my son had named B.A.. So he brings the dog up to dad, who lives in the country. The only complaint I had with B.A. was his barking everytime a car engine started. Kind of agrivating when you're working on the car and trying to hear the engine. Other than that, my B.A. puppy, as I called him was a very good dog. Had an MRI scheduled for today (11/18), so I went to town yesterday to do some business. He was fine when I left (except for arthritis, for which I was giving him 2 Darvon daily to relieve his pain, on bread with peanut butter. He loved peanut butter). When I came home, he was lying down and couldn't get up. I gave him his food, his 2 milk bones, a cinnemon roll, and some beef scraps along with his peanut butter bread with his Darvon. He pushed everything away and wouldn't eat, wouldn't take any water. He wouldn't open his mouth at all. I called my son, who is a CNA, and asked for suggestions. He called a friend who is a RN and asked me if I had any Morphine, (Roxanol) which I did, and said to put some on his tongue. I told him B.A. wouldn't open his mouth, so he suggested I give him a shot, .25 ml. Kept petting my B.A. puppy, and while I went into the house to get the Morphine, a syringe, and to go to the bathroom, he stopped breathing. Got out the blood pressure kit, listened for a heart beat, nothing. Got out the new digital blood pressure monitor, checked and no blood pressure. As I live on the side of a mountain, the only way to dig a hole is with a backhoe. After work this evening, my son came up with the grandson, and we took him to the back wooded part of the property to let him become part of nature. Now he can run again like a puppy without pain. Good bye, my B.A. puppy. I miss you, you cannot be replaced, but you're free. -Ed.
 
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I'm sorry. There's absolutely nothing better in this world than a good dog.
 
So sorry to hear of your loss. Both of your lives were better because of your friendship. I hope BA has a wonderful after life running and playing in fields of peanut butter!
 
Having trouble typing this through the tears. I'm so sorry for your loss, but isn't it a great feeling, knowing that you gave an abused dog a loving, forever home! RIP B.A. You'll meet again at the Rainbow Bridge.
 
Very poignantly written. I am sorry for your loss. I think he felt comfortable enough knowing that he was with you and that you were doing everything possible for him, that he could let go and pass peacefully where he was safe at home.
 
My sincerest condolences on the loss of your friend. It sounds like he had a peaceful passing at home, which is all anyone could ever ask for.
 
Dammit, I can't see to type. It is so hard to lose an old friend. You gave him a good life and a peaceful passing and he gave you a wonderful friend in return.

His friendship and memory will be with you forever, and he will be waiting for you at the Rainbow Bridge.

When it is time, there is another dog waiting to take BA's job caring for you and dragging you along life's path.

Go find him and let him do his job. BA would approve.
 
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I should know better than to open a thread like this.But I always do.
Losing one of Gods greatest gifts to us is hard to get over,I know.
My thoughts will be with you.Some time I'll tell you my Briard's story,it's been 6 years and three dogs later,I still miss him every day.
D.G.
 
A dog is a true friend, and we don't get many true friends in this life. I'm so sorry for your loss, having been there myself, I feel for you. I hope that the pain you feel now won't keep you from finding another true friend one day.:(
 
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