On Thanksgiving morning, Trooper's body had finally decided that he had had enough, was old and tired, and that his tumor was not something he could fight anymore. You could see in his eyes how badly he wanted to get up, to run around, and be a part of the Thanksgiving madness. But you could also see from the look in his eyes that he knew he could not do this anymore. It was with great sadness that Dave and I took him to the vet that morning to be put down, to be relieved of his discomfort. We take comfort in the knowledge that Trooper led a good 12 1/2 years of life, went on so many trips with us both with and without the kids, chased thousands of sticks and tennis balls, swam in many lakes, oceans, and creeks, careened around in mountains of snow, and had a warm bed to call his own at the end of the day. We will miss him so much. We are constantly looking for him, to let him out, for him to greet us at the door when we get home. We know that Granny is now looking out for him and giving him lots of treats and love.
These are just a few of the many pictures that we have of Trooper. The first two were taken in the past couple of months, the third one was a candid shot within the last year or so, the last two have dates on them, when Potter was a toddler and the day we brought Potter home from the hospital. Trooper was forever protecting our kids. I never felt uncomfortable letting them play in the backyard as long as Trooper was there to bark if someone came around.
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