Thursday, June 15, 2006

Bad News

Babe is failing.

The great German Shepherd Dog, who in his prime weighed a lean 100 pounds, has been withdrawing from us, and losing weight and appetite and interest. He wants to sleep almost all the time, and sleeps so deeply that he doesn't notice someone coming to pet him.

Tomorrow I'll make a vet appointment for him; but I think his end is near. It's hard. I remember him best as the tireless ball-player, The Great Communicator who could tell us that he wanted clean water, or dog cookies, or cottage cheese from the fridge, or just Out.

Maybe he'll rally, again. I don't know.

Just so you know, if you didn't read the Press a few years ago, this is Babe's personal song:

Baby, baby,
You're so sweet
You're like the alligator
With the yellow feet!

Baby, baby,
You're so cute
You're like the crocodile
In the fur suit!

We'll see how he is in the morning.

Did I mention that it's hard?


3 comments:

Cheryl said...

Poor Babe. Ruff his neck once for me and T, will you?

Anonymous said...

Really hard to do ...Hugs to you all.

Lydia

Aser said...

He was so good at the vet's. He always has been, and he tries so hard to do everything that we ask. We'll know the answer in just a couple days, if not sooner.

Thanks.