I’m still not over my 15 year old standard poodle, Jazz, who I had to put down on Christmas Eve 2010. Jazz was spectacular to see - she had beat over 1300 other dogs at a show with the owner who had her before I got her at the age of 4.
Now I have another standard poodle because I figured being dogless would just make it worse. New dog is Paris and she is sweet, adorable and loving. Totally different personality from Jazz - who could be quite sneaky - especially in pursuit of food. Oh how I love her still.
I figure dogs are God’s special gift to us - I just wish they lived longer.
It was eighteen months that I had to do what every pet owner lives in dread of, I had to put down my beloved Spencer at the age of 17 years, two months and ten days. Spence was a miniature poodle that was four months old, when I got him. To this day, I still don’t know who selected whom. He became my “Little Buddy”, and as he started to age, and things started to happen and as the the things he was able to do, he could no longer do, I started thinking that one day, I would have to do what I’d been dreading.
Spence was my first dog. By that, I mean, I was alone when I got him, but when I remarried later on, he accepted everyone as his own, but whenever I left the room, he followed me. Spence hated being my himself, during the day. He was never destructive, but he loved his humans and it’s been agreed that when it’s my time to cross the bar, his ashes will be placed in my coffin so that he’ll never been alone.
Even though, we’ve gotten another dog, since Spence passed, I still miss him. I just wish that more people were like dogs.