Greg, I lost Addie, my Boxer, about a year ago. She was my best friend and running buddy for thirteen years. We usually would end our morning runs on the beach, and Addie was always there to protect me from the sand crabs, the seagulls, and any other perceived threat. After she was diagnosed with terminal cancer and I accepted the recommendation to end her suffering, I took her to the beach before making that trip to the vet. We ran along the edge of the water in the heat of July to the consternation of many of the sun bathers. We were violating the doggie curfew, but we ignored it. We ran. Hassling. Dodging well-oiled bodies. Ignoring stares and comments. Running as if we were the only ones there - loving it, taking it in one last time. It was the best last gift that I could have given to her - and to me.
It took a while, but I now have another wonderful Boxer, Piper, who is carrying on the tradition.
Thanks for the comments, folks. We lost lost Rex shortly before Christmas. He was 9, not old for a lab. Thankfully, the cancer took him quickly and he didn't really suffer. Our other lab, however, had a very difficult transition. That box with Rex's ashes sits on my desk, and I will make one last trip to the beach with them. The cliffs over where he used to swim seem an appropriate place to say "so long, my friend."
For those who are interested, there was a great NOVA episode a few months ago called, "Dogs Decoded" which investigates the very real, biological ways that humans and dogs are forever linked. Great stuff, and I'm sure it will make the rounds again.
Im sure he got plenty of love from you and gave the same to you, sometimes its the pet that is left without his master and they too have a hard time coping. Thanks for sharing.