Wow, Laddie was a more lovable little bastard than I gave him credit for…

Okay, enter caveats: I have a paper right here showing that his mother and father were as married as dogs ever get so ‘bastard’ is wrong in every sense. And he was a Corgi officially christened “Sweet’n Soft’n Squishy,’ so lovable was pretty much baked into the product. But my experience with Corgis consists rather sparsely of Laddie and a whole bunch of Youtube videos, and by the standards of a Youtube Corgi Laddie was not an unusually lovable Corgi. He was a serious little man most of the time, normally much more concerned with making sure quotidian necessities like meals and walkies happened on (precise) schedule than with being goofy or seeing how far he could get his tongue out of his mouth.

Nevertheless he’s been dead for over a week and I just now almost teared up from recalling that it won’t be necessary to put dog biscuits on the dollar store shopping list. So, pretty lovable.

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10 Responses to Wow, Laddie was a more lovable little bastard than I gave him credit for…

  1. TK421a says:

    TB is only truly gone when he leaves your memory, Joel. Remember the good, smile at the funny and forget the bad. In that way, TB will live forever.

  2. Robert says:

    Yup, grief is … what it is. Thank you for sharing, Joel.

  3. Zelda says:

    I thought he was just too cute and too aware and smart. But you might want to keep a supply of dog biscuits around. It is possible that a dog in need of a home will unexpectedly wander into your life.

  4. Tom from east Tennessee says:

    He was your pal!
    I know it’s hard now. I hope and am sure you’ll be glad for the good times he had with you.

  5. Bear says:

    So “bastard” is out. But you can still refer to him as a son of a bitch.

  6. Joel says:

    you might want to keep a supply of dog biscuits around. It is possible that a dog in need of a home will unexpectedly wander into your life.

    I was up looking at pantry inventory this morning, and I’m in no danger of running out of dog treats. Just didn’t seem like a good time to top off the supply.

  7. drjh says:

    so sorry ours did not eat much on a friday, did not eat on saturday so took him to e.r.
    xray said spleen cancer that had spread to heart and lungs’.
    incredibly fast moving with no obvious symptoms until the very end
    had to put him down
    so terrible and sudden.
    cancer is a curse

  8. gojuplyr says:

    No one with a heart can lose a dog and not shed tears. I have cried like a baby when losing one. And I never even try to hide the tears or grief. They have more than earned it. Sorry for your loss..

  9. Goober says:

    I have only found myself in the position where I was the one responsible for putting down one of my dogs once. Every other time, i was able to enlist the services of a vet to do so for me. But there was the one time that a vet wasn’t quick enough, and the decision had to be made. My buddy was suffering, and he needed me.

    I did the right thing. He was in pain, and there was no chance of saving him; the damage was too severe. He was dying, painfully, right in front of me. There is no doubt that what I did needed to be done, and I have never second guessed my decision.

    All that being said, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself. Sometimes, doing the right thing just feels so…

    …absolutely shitty.

    I know you know you did the right thing, I won’t waste your time with platitudes. Torso Boy owes you so much for everything you did for him, and you owe him for what he did in return, and when the time called for you to do what you must, you did. Grieve, Joel. It’s not weakness. It’s a process that exists for a reason.

  10. Joel says:

    Thanks, Goober. That’s exactly what happened.

    I appreciate that.

To the stake with the heretic!