The day I’d been dreading for years arrived last week when I couldn’t see my buddy, Floyd, suffer any longer. He was diagnosed in April with osteosarcoma, which is a bone cancer. A slew of painkillers kept him comfortable and active till now, and he put up a valiant fight, but the tumor had grown so large, and he was so uncomfortable, that we knew his time had come.
I know everyone thinks their dog is the best, but Floyd turned out to me better than I could have ever hoped for. He worked as a therapy dog for about 5 years, cheering folks up at hospitals. He blazed through AKC Rally competitions, sitting atop the national rankings for Great Danes in 2010. He was just a great dog all around, and he will be missed greatly by a lot of people, but no more so that by my wife and myself.
So, while he had mostly lost interest in food recently, he devoured ribeyes and ice cream cones that we gave him on Thursday and Friday. Friday sucked big time. He was my first dog, so this was my first time going through this. It was about as tough as I imagined it would be, but in my heart, I know that he’s better off now, so it was what needed to me done.
So, here’s to Floyd! The biggest and the best. You were a once-in-a-lifetime dog, and we’ll reunite when I take a dirt nap.
Northwind Flava Floyd RE TD
3/28/2008 – 7/11/2014