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Cole

Cole came to our family in January of 2009. We chose him because he had the sweetest personality of all the pups in his litter. Later I found out he was born on the day our Sheltie Buddy died, so maybe that explains why he was such a lovely little guy -- just as Buddy had been.
During his first couple of years Cole was outnumbered two to one by our rather elderly cats, but they soon fell in love with him just like the rest of us.
A year after we got Cole we rescued Skye, who despite being half Cole's size made herself his boss. Cole was fine with that.
Cole was fine with everything. When he loved you, he loved you no matter what.
When he was young his favorite thing was running around our yard chasing frisbees or tennis balls.
Cole loved being with the family most (this pic is one Kat took on one of their excursions.)
At home he was very protective of us, and would bark the second anyone approached the house. Definitely the best watch dog we ever had. But most of the day he spent hanging out with me or following me around as I did my housework. As he got older and slowed down he would nap right next to my chair in the office while I worked.
Old age wasn't kind to Cole. He had been sick for the last six months with stomach, mouth and hip issues, and then he started to go blind. A few days ago he stopped eating and drinking, and could no longer manage the steps to go outside or walk very far. Yesterday we decided it was time to give him a peaceful end, and took him to the vet for the last time. He was surrounded by the family he loved, and I held him in my arms as he died.
Safe journey, my beautiful boy.

Comments

Maria Zannini said…
I am so sorry.

He was a beautiful boy and he looks so happy. I'm glad he found a home with you.
A big hug, my friend. I know how hard it is to lose them.
September 27, 2020 at 4:20 AM
nightsmusic said…
Oh Lynn. I'm so, so very sorry. I started crying halfway through your tribute because I knew what was coming. It's so hard when you lose a pet. They're as much a family member as any other. Virtual hugs to you, my friend. I'm crying with you.
September 27, 2020 at 5:49 AM
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