I’m not very good with words, especially when I’m upset. So I’m just going to say we lost our dear, sweet Caleb to hemangiosarcoma yesterday. I’m not quite sure what to do with myself right now- Caleb was my “right hand manâ€, so to say. Whatever I wanted to do, he was up for. He loved Rally & Nosework, but was just as happy going swimming, for a hike, to parades, a ride in the truck or just hanging out. And the bank, oh, how he loved going to the bank! The tellers all knew him and knew he had his own treats in the back. Of course, we always went into the bank instead of using the drive thru so he could get extra attention. Then there was his “choresâ€- he would carry socks and dish towels to the laundry, pick up things he found on the floor or I dropped, take out the garbage and recycling and carry his empty water bucket into the house. He decided the day after he came home that he was going to bring the newspaper in. What a sight! A little 10 pound puppy dragging the Sunday paper up the driveway. And who can forget his debut in Rally Advance when he took the jump (second station on the course), then proceeded to buzz the ring (following the path of the course), only to slide to a beautiful front and look up at me with shining eyes and that big, goofy smile as if to say, “OK, Mom, I’m ready to work now.†Embarrassing? Yes. But he had so much fun doing it I laughed all the way home. That was life with Caleb- even when he was being a butt head, he was making me laugh. Thursday nights are going to be awfully quiet without him sitting in “his†corner of the front building at Top Dog waiting his turn to do the Rally course. And lonely, too, without his “expert†help picking up the course.
RIP, my dear, sweet, boy.
URO2 Our Little Caleb Takoda BN RA CGC
RIP, my dear, sweet, boy.
URO2 Our Little Caleb Takoda BN RA CGC
