I found out today that my pet dog that has been in the family for quite a while passed away today. He was a fantastic companion that was there for me in so many ways.
I got he when I first moved to Georgia for the first time. He and his 3 sisters were left in a box on the side of the road near our property. Pretty common in the country. We all decided to keep one puppy each. The only other option was to euthanize them and after we had just rescued them we couldn’t do that. Besides there was something special about them.
I pick my Tyty out of the bunch because he came up to me out of the box laid down and fell asleep on me. I was still upset with moving away from family and friends that i had known for years and wanted nothing to do with the dogs, but he chose me.
I was touched.
We set about training them and guiding them. Along the way 2 broke out of the pen and ran away. Another broke into a neighbors farm and was shot (wild dogs are a very serious problem where we were so this was not uncommon) but my Tyty was still there.
He ran off a pack of coyotes that had circled the house one night (a very very long night with them howling).
He followed us through the woods on excursions.
He was there when I went off to college.
He was there when I came back.
He was there when I proposed to wife.
He had become a family member and was in our hearts for 14 years.
My sister texted me that he had passed. We are unsure how it happened as he was found near the road. My sister commented on how thos past month he had done so well they let him off the chain to roam around free. He had not gone after any farm animals in a while so they had trusted him. We both thought that him being free was good for his last month.
I promised myself i would not get emotional writing this but i have failed. Tears now run down my face and my jaw is clenched. Ty was my pet, my companion, my friend, and my family.
I’ll miss you boy.
You will be in my heart forever.
Love you Tyty.
Hug a pet and a pony my friends.