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It Was Raining that Day

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Nick tagged me a few minutes ago.

Here are the rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!


Facts about chopper:

1) he loved everybody
2) he knew that noone could resist is eyes (and he used that to his advantage - believe me!)
3) he gave us the weirdest looks as if to say why are you walking on two legs?
4) he was abandoned and left for dead in some man's truck
5) when he was sitting by the door asking to go out and we were ignoring him he would let out a low "boof" to get our attention (was so cute)
6) one time when he was just a pup he tore a whole in the of the recliner the size of mars.
7) on the day he died he was yelping in pain something he never EVER did before.

With the exception of a relatively warm temperature it was a horrible morning in more ways than one on March 10, 2007. It was rainy, clammy and down right miserable. And on top of that my dear Chopper (Baby Ba Boo) was feeling the same way. In fact he was feeling so bad that he was whining in pain, something I had never heard him do, though he be in pain. I had this sinking gutteral feeling inside me; a feeling that told me by the end of the day none of us would be happy campers. And indeed we were not.

When we had reached the vet, she told us the grim news: that although she could put him on more medication in about 5 months he'd be back in the same situation (maybe even in a worse situation.) It took us literally hours to come to the heart-whrenching decision to put him down.

I was a wreck. So much of a wreck that I had to leave during the procedure, leaving my mother by his side. (I now realise what a stupid and utterly idiotic move that was; I just hope he didnt think I was leaving the building. I hope he realised that just had to leave the room. Well, whatever he thought I'll never forgive myself for my decision of leaving his side that day.) When we returned home I kept looking for him in his favorite places to lay. And when I realised that he would never be there again someone might as well have stuck an icepick into my heart.

This ol' house just isn't the same anymore. I tell you what a dog is going to have to take residents here someday soon or me and my family are going to go crazy with the silence.

I will never forget my prince of a dog. He was such a saint. When I was sad he would share in my sadness, when I was happy he would only augment that happiness. Chopper was a once in a lifetime dog. There will never be another Pork Chop like ours.


I'll see ya later Baby Ba Boo! I miss you somethin' fierce.