On March 16th, 2006 Woodstock passed away. He went in the morning
to get his teeth cleaned and ended up having a huge tumor on his spleen. He made it through surgery and was doing okay. We
got to see him for about a 1/2 hour, but he died about an hour after we left. It's like he waited for us. Neal and I thank
the Lord for letting us visit with Woodstock before he died. As hard as it is, it would have been even harder if we had not
been able to be with him for that little while before he died.
Yesterday he left in the morning with Neal for a teeth cleaning and
today he is gone. It's going to be quite an adjustment for us, that's for sure as Woodstock was with us almost all the time.
Coming home from anywhere is the hardest as he always greeted us and ended up laying within three feet of us all the
time.
I'm so sad for my "Little Baby Woodstock" (I called him that a lot).
God gave him to us for just a few months shy of twelve years and Woodstock had the best life a dog could have. I have no regrets and I am very relieved Woodstock did not have to end up going through
a long and painful illness in his latter years. The tumor
was so big it's hard to understand how we didn't catch it, but it was so far inside of him and competely attached, not like
a fatty cyst that feels like a lump, so I guess that's how.
Woodstock was a terrific dog and such a little nutcase. He did the
silliest things and made us laugh a lot. In some strange way he loved being afraid of eveything from mylar balloons floating
around in the air to leaves falling from trees in the fall. I would let him outside in the morning when I got up and just
a little bit later he tried to con Neal into taking him outside again as he loved being in the snow in the winter and
the sun in the summer. I would tell Neal I already took him out, but he'd take him out again just because he loved Woodstock
and loved to make him happy.
Woodstock had some really weird rituals he did that made him so unique.
When we fed him he'd touch his nose into his food dish and back out to the carpet over and over and over again. Who knows
what he was doing, but he would end up pushing half of his food out of his dish at the end.
Sometimes he would be on the bed behind us while we were sitting
on the end watching TV and one of us would catch him trying to bury a bone or toy under a sheet or sometimes under nothing.
He sure entertained us while he was under our care.
Thank You Lord for giving us Woodstock to take care of for
twelve years. We were truly blessed!
