December 5, 2006

• Beast

  My friend Jorge called me this morning.  He and his wife own the Rottweiler you see below.  His name was Beast, but that moniker was completely misleading, as he was really a big pussycat.  I used to dog sit for him, and he always attracted a lot of attention when I would walk him around West Hollywood.  One year I took him to the Pride festival and he won the award for “Most Butch Dog” LOL. Anyway, Jorge called because Beast’s arthritis had gotten worse (he wasn’t that old, but because of his size it took two grown men to lift him).  When he got there, they X rayed him, and found out he was riddled with cancer.  The vet gave him some medicine for the pain and suggested he spend his last night at home surrounded by loved ones, before bringing him back the next morning to be put down.  That night, as Beast lay on his bed, unable to move, but comfortable, we held a “wake” of sorts.  He was clearly aware of everyone’s presence, and still had a HEALTHY appetite, as he wolfed down a WHOLE bag of treats I brought, as well as several cheeseburgers.  He was in the habit of swallowing things whole, without even chewing, and his last night was no exception!  He was fat, and happy, and feeling no pain.  We shared our favorite stories about him, and tried to comfort him as best we could.  The next morning, 10 Ambien didn’t even put him to sleep!  He fought until the end, when the vet administered the shot.  It was a dignified end for a dignified friend.  I’m sure he’s chasing squirrels somewhere with Oreo   Sleep well Beast.  You were loved.

  

  

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