MissSkittles
Chameleon Enthusiast
While itās an inevitable fact that we outlive our dogs, and Iāve somehow known that it would happen this year, losing my sweet Beastie isnāt made any easier. This past Tuesday, 7/22 I had to send my old boy over the rainbow bridge. Although he he had several health issues - Cushingās disease, declining liver function and his heart was not doing well, I suspect the mystery growths/cancer that were popping up all over him had begun to infiltrate his brain or blood flow to it. Whatever it was, it was very quick (literally overnight) and I didnāt let him suffer.
Yes, his name really was Beast/Beastie, although it wasnāt supposed to be (it was my fault for thinking of Star Trekās Scottie and calling him my āwee beastieā). I never wanted a big dog, but one afternoon my ex placed this adorable baby puppy next to me and I melted. I was told he was part American Bulldog and part pittie. It didnāt matter much as he was so gentle and sweetā¦as long as I didnāt try to clip his nails. He was also a genius compared to my little Shih Tzu (who hated him). He had many interests and hobbies - chewing, home security alarm, kitchen manager/food inspector, more chewing and he had a special interest in science, specifically testing inedible objects passage thru the canine digestive system. Thankfully, all of his tests were successful.
Over our ten years together, the other humans in the house left and the cats passed on, leaving just me and my big gentle Beastie. He always suffered anxiety - if I sat in the wrong chair, turned on the oven, certain phone tones, rain and of course storms and fireworks - but in recent weeks he had started having what appeared to be separation anxiety. He did not want me to leave the house and made attempts to block the door. Maybe he knew our time together was so limited. I only know that as much as I was his whole world, he was also mine.
One thing that Beast was not, was a licker. He would nuzzle with his nose, but not lick you. As I was sitting on the floor with him at the vet, devastated and trying to come to terms with what was going to soon happen, Beastie licked my face several times - perhaps the greatest gift Iāve ever received and will forever cherishā¦until I meet him again on the other side. He rested more than enough - I hope he is running and playing freely in the hereafter and having the best time.
First pics I took of him - a worried baby
He loved the shih tzuās bed. She later peed in it out of spite. At least he wasnāt in it at the time.
Dwarfed by a flip flop. Perhaps this was the moment he discovered his love of canine GI science.
She may have hated him, but he loved her.
Wondering why the elevated floor (aka coffee table) is so tiny
Avidly looking out the window, watching a tree get cut down.
Just being cute
He loved car ridesā¦until the car actually moved.
Soaking up the heat coming thru the glass and always watching
Iām going to miss the way he would snuggle up against me sometimes, slept under the blankets ālike a peopleā and waking up to that beautiful face. I will not miss the doggy butt directed at me and sending the most foul of farts my way.
Yes, his name really was Beast/Beastie, although it wasnāt supposed to be (it was my fault for thinking of Star Trekās Scottie and calling him my āwee beastieā). I never wanted a big dog, but one afternoon my ex placed this adorable baby puppy next to me and I melted. I was told he was part American Bulldog and part pittie. It didnāt matter much as he was so gentle and sweetā¦as long as I didnāt try to clip his nails. He was also a genius compared to my little Shih Tzu (who hated him). He had many interests and hobbies - chewing, home security alarm, kitchen manager/food inspector, more chewing and he had a special interest in science, specifically testing inedible objects passage thru the canine digestive system. Thankfully, all of his tests were successful.
Over our ten years together, the other humans in the house left and the cats passed on, leaving just me and my big gentle Beastie. He always suffered anxiety - if I sat in the wrong chair, turned on the oven, certain phone tones, rain and of course storms and fireworks - but in recent weeks he had started having what appeared to be separation anxiety. He did not want me to leave the house and made attempts to block the door. Maybe he knew our time together was so limited. I only know that as much as I was his whole world, he was also mine.
One thing that Beast was not, was a licker. He would nuzzle with his nose, but not lick you. As I was sitting on the floor with him at the vet, devastated and trying to come to terms with what was going to soon happen, Beastie licked my face several times - perhaps the greatest gift Iāve ever received and will forever cherishā¦until I meet him again on the other side. He rested more than enough - I hope he is running and playing freely in the hereafter and having the best time.
First pics I took of him - a worried baby
He loved the shih tzuās bed. She later peed in it out of spite. At least he wasnāt in it at the time.
Dwarfed by a flip flop. Perhaps this was the moment he discovered his love of canine GI science.
She may have hated him, but he loved her.
Wondering why the elevated floor (aka coffee table) is so tiny
Avidly looking out the window, watching a tree get cut down.
Just being cute
He loved car ridesā¦until the car actually moved.
Soaking up the heat coming thru the glass and always watching
Iām going to miss the way he would snuggle up against me sometimes, slept under the blankets ālike a peopleā and waking up to that beautiful face. I will not miss the doggy butt directed at me and sending the most foul of farts my way.
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The bond you and Beastie had was so beautiful. I went from tears to giggles and back through your run down of your years with the beast. He sounds like one amazing boy for sure. Itās so hard when they go but he lived the best life and will definitely be patiently waiting for you to give you the sloppiest smooch when he sees you again. 
