On August 18th our beloved dog, Bandit was hit by a car and died. It was a sad day but he lived the best life a dog could. He was a farm dog and spend every day for fourteen years outside, free, with his brother Roscoe.
Bandit and Roscoe were the best squirrel hunting dogs I've ever seen. They made the perfect team.
After Bandit died you could tell Roscoe was confused. He would bark all night as if he was calling for him. Now, three weeks later, Roscoe is on his death bed. He won't eat and cannot walk without falling over. His eyes twitch around so I believe he's had a stroke.
I think after spending the dog year equivalent of 100 years with his brother and friend he just doesn't have the will to go on. It reminds me of the book where the red fern grows.
I just felt like sharing their story this morning. They were the best dogs in the world in my opinion.
Bandit and Roscoe were the best squirrel hunting dogs I've ever seen. They made the perfect team.
After Bandit died you could tell Roscoe was confused. He would bark all night as if he was calling for him. Now, three weeks later, Roscoe is on his death bed. He won't eat and cannot walk without falling over. His eyes twitch around so I believe he's had a stroke.
I think after spending the dog year equivalent of 100 years with his brother and friend he just doesn't have the will to go on. It reminds me of the book where the red fern grows.
I just felt like sharing their story this morning. They were the best dogs in the world in my opinion.