Goodnight sweet prince… 2004-2009 – July 11th, 2009

Spot, my loyal companion for five years and four months passed away today.  He was born on the day of the pro bowl in 2004, February 8th.  We got him that March as an itty bitty puppy, and we quickly named him Spot.  We also called him Spoticus after Spartacus and Pissicus because he used to wet the floor everywhere until he was close to nine months old.  After we moved from Hawaii, which is where he was born, he blew out a knee.  He had surgery in 2005 to repair it, and from that point on calmed down to an average dog’s disposition – if a bit rowdy, chewy, and sometimes retarded.  I loved him very much, he was my Booboo Bear, as he always reminded me of Booboo from Yogi Bear.   He followed me constantly, and up until but a few hours ago was a happy spunky dog.

He was the best dog I ever had, even though his teeth were misaligned, even though he had two knee blowouts, and even though loud noises scared him.  We had a massive thunderstorm tonight\last night, and after it passed he seemed different.  He threw up, and then after having a normal poo, started throwing up more.  Around 11pm I tried to settle him in for bed, and we laid down.  I let him sleep on my bed and I pet him for about an hour, hoping he would sleep it off (he was prone to being really nervous after thunderstorms, and this occasion did not seem too much different except the lethargy).  However he began to hack up again, so I ran to the phone and called the ER vet.  I heard him hack once more before hanging up, and when I found him… he was panting, and his tongue was lolled out.  I admit that I broke the law, and I could give a rats ass.  I sped to the Emergency Vet, I ran with him in my arms to the door, but it was too late for my little Boo.  Spot passed away on the ride there.

I miss him, he hasn’t been gone but two hours, but I miss him so.  He was only 5, he was active, healthy, his weight was perfect, his adorable goofy head as messed up as ever with the crooked tooth.  His constant shedding and my battle to control it was still ongoing… and then he’s gone.  Just like that, in less than five hours, he’s gone.  I can’t think of what else to say.

In light of his death being possibly from an undiagnosed heart ailment, only one thing can sum up what I would like to say to him…

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.


I miss him so very much.  I cannot fathom my life without my puppy.

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  3. bats :[ says:

    Spot was with you for far too short a time, but both of you know how much you loved him then and now — taking care of his surgeries and not minding his shedding (too much). He is definitely one of the Best Dogs Ever.

  4. buckyswife says:

    Jackuul—This made me cry; I’m so sorry for your loss! What a beautiful boy. Oh, I’m just so sorry…..

  5. HECK says:

    I can feel your grief and empathize. In my own life it has been the passing of the dogs I’ve known and loved that have affected me the strongest. I think that’s because I feel dogs have more of the noble qualities I admire than most people. Good night, sweet prince.

  6. buckyswife says:

    How are you doing? I’m still thinking of you and your sweet dog. Hang in there.

  7. Jackuul says:

    To be honest I am not doing well, he was a monumental part of my life. I expected to lose him, as we all know we will lose our pets – but not at the age of 5.

  8. buckyswife says:

    It’s always always too soon–but this time, even more so. I wish I could help in some way–but of course, I can’t do the one thing that would make it all better. All I can do is keep you in my thoughts, and if you should want it, offer a truly sympathetic ear.

  9. True Fable says:

    Consider that even in the end he knew you cared, and that must have been a great comfort to him. I hope you heal soon and bear only fond memories without the terrible pain of loss.

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