July 8th 2010 1:40 pm
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Well, CujoBabyPuppyBoy is no longer with us. He was old, but that was OK. He was blind and deaf, and that was OK too. But lately, he wouldn't let us clean his crusty eyes or yeasty ears. He fussed and bit us. He was sleeping mostly. Broken up by periods of barking. We used to be able to figure out what he needed, water, food, outside, sit beside you. But then he just seemed to not know what he wanted either. He seemed lost inside. Sometimes he just stood and stared. Was getting lost in rooms and places he'd used to be able to navigate. Until, it just seemed that when he wasn't asleep he was in some psychological distress that even petting him or sitting with him could ease. On July 5th Cujo got to go for his last car ride, the only thing he seemed to show any pleasure with, to the vet. He went easy, quickly. He was my mom's divorce dog. He was such a stinker as a puppy that she couldn't help but keep her focus on him and not her new life as a divorced woman. Over 16 years he developed so many names. CujoBabyPuppyBoy and Bubba. He loved to be stinky and adored teenage girls. They seemed to think he was adorable too. So we like to think that he is in a place where he is as stinky as can be with an endless round of cute teenage girls doting on him. Love you, Bub.