Tragedy in the family

I am sad to announce the untimely death of my wonder dog Weaver.  He was a spunky little poodle/bishon cross that I got six years ago from the parents of a student at the school where I worked.  To make a long story short, the pups were going to the pet store, but first Carrie had to drop off one puppy that was purchased by one of our SEA's.  I couldn't bear them all going to the pet store so I twisted hubby's arm and came home with Weaver.  He was a wonderful little dog.  He went to doggie daycare for the first four months of his life.  The daycare was only just passed the school so I put him in his crate every morning and he went happily to begin his day with all the other dogs living on the farm.

After Spring Break that year he stayed at home.  Once we retired he developed separation anxiety.  Our first trip to Mexico he came too.  He was very anxious when the motorhome was moving but calmed right down when we stopped for the night and was happy spending his time with us.  Driving home was not too bad when he was allowed to sit with hubby on the driver's left arm rest.



Now he's happy with the wind blowing his ears back

He loved to play "Ball" and was a delight to watch running circles in the ball diamond behind the condo.

He was friendly to everyone and loved to give his mommy hugs.  He'd put his paws on my shoulders and his head would be tucked into the side of my neck. 

We didn't bring Weaver south with us this year.   His separation anxiety got the better of the wonderful family who volunteered to take care of him when we went south.  Bob and Cher and family; thank you. 
Jeanette took him in November and had him to the end.  Jeanette we can never thank you for your patience and compassion.  I knew he grew on you too.

Weaver Beaver you have left a big hole in my heart but wonderful memories to keep me smiling.

R. I. P.