My Best Friend Died

Mike was my patrol K-9 on the road for 4 1/2 years.  I got promoted in November 2006 and they retired him so that I could keep him.  It really hit him hard that he was no longer going to work with daddy every day, but he adjusted to the life of retirement.  I still kept him busy by running tracks with him and taking him to the pond for a nice summer time swim.  I noticed on Sunday (April 25, 2010) that he hadn't eaten his food.  I knew something was wrong.  Because I knew him, all indications were that he was constipated.  He has had that problem lately and the vet gives me enemas to give to him.  I gave him an enema on Sunday and he appeared to be back to good spirits on Monday.  I took the day off just in case I needed to make a visit to the vet's office, but he was back to his normal self.  We played and I brushed him.  He was back to good ole' Mike.  When I woke up this morning to check on him, I went outside to his kennel and I instantly knew something was wrong.  I scooped him up and rushed him to the vet and they did all types of blood work, and tested everything that they could.  We could find nothing.  They gave him some shots (penicillin, B12) and drew some blood to send off to the lab to be analyzed.  The vet told me that they would get the results back tomorrow and that we would go from there, but that he had exhausted all his ideas.  He told me he to bring him back if his condition declined.  I got home at 10:00 a.m. and put him in his kennel.  I got some more hay and put in his dog house so he could be comfortable.  I went in the house to call my boss to tell  him that I was taking the day off due to my sick dog.  When I came back outside about 15 minutes later, Mike was dead. 


He was my shift partner for 4 1/2 years.  All he wanted to do was to please daddy.  He worked his butt off and earned a reputation as a great dog that could find anyone.  I don't understand what happened to my friend, I just miss him.  No more barking when people pull up in the yard or walk by.  No more swims at the pond.  I just hope that for everything he did for me, I did something similar for him in return.  He was my best friend and I miss him terribly.  I just hope he loved his daddy half as much as I loved him....


Gone but not forgotten!!!!




10-42, 10-7:  04/27/2010 

troop1477 troop1477
31-35, M
2 Responses Apr 27, 2010

i cried

Dear Troop,<br />
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I am so sorry for the loss of your dear friend and respected colleague. What a wonderful time you and Mike had! He was so very lucky to have someone that loved and cared for him the way you did. And what a wonderful friend you were to know him well enough to pick up on such subtle signs.<br />
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There is no good way to lose someone we love, but I hope you can take some comfort in knowing that he did not suffer a long drawn out illness ... even though you are suffering now. Please know that your story will always pop in my mind when someone tells a story about a "good dog," and people that you will never know WILL know about Mike.<br />
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Wishing you peace and comfort,<br />