Friends I apologize for the dog but non-dawg post.
Yesterday morning our sweet boy Rex (aka Kirby Rex) laid down for a nap, took a deep breath, and went to the big between the hedges in the sky.
Rex came to us from, essentially, death row. He was turned into the Atlanta Humane Society in February of 2017 after several days where he wasn’t able to go potty. It turned out he had bladder stones and needed an expensive surgery. He was picked up by the bulldog rescue, and had a procedure they call a urethrotomy which is really just a fancy way of saying they cut him a new pee hole (we jokingly called it his mangina).
For a year, Rex fought regular pneumonia and other issues that were no doubt related to a weakened immune system. He finally got healthy enough for us to foster fail and adopt him on Christmas 2017. He was our miracle dog that he’d made it that far.
All dogs are good dogs and I’m not going to insult yours and say that Rex was the best dog. But he was our best boy. We have a lot of dogs and people coming in and out of our house and he loved them all. He never met a stranger. Everyone got a wiggle and sometimes he’d even show off his pillow humping skills if you were lucky.
Last November, Rex was diagnosed with an enlarged heart and we didn’t know if our time with him was measured in hours, days, or weeks. Through great vet care and lots of love, our little guy made it 13 more months and to 2 more Christmas mornings. We were incredibly blessed to have him and we were lucky he chose us as his people.
Rex loved his two sisters, tail scratches, pillows, and the “happy birthday” song because he knew it meant he was about to get a doggy cake.
RIP Rex 2013-2024. A Damn Good Dawg with a big heart.
Yesterday morning our sweet boy Rex (aka Kirby Rex) laid down for a nap, took a deep breath, and went to the big between the hedges in the sky.
Rex came to us from, essentially, death row. He was turned into the Atlanta Humane Society in February of 2017 after several days where he wasn’t able to go potty. It turned out he had bladder stones and needed an expensive surgery. He was picked up by the bulldog rescue, and had a procedure they call a urethrotomy which is really just a fancy way of saying they cut him a new pee hole (we jokingly called it his mangina).
For a year, Rex fought regular pneumonia and other issues that were no doubt related to a weakened immune system. He finally got healthy enough for us to foster fail and adopt him on Christmas 2017. He was our miracle dog that he’d made it that far.
All dogs are good dogs and I’m not going to insult yours and say that Rex was the best dog. But he was our best boy. We have a lot of dogs and people coming in and out of our house and he loved them all. He never met a stranger. Everyone got a wiggle and sometimes he’d even show off his pillow humping skills if you were lucky.
Last November, Rex was diagnosed with an enlarged heart and we didn’t know if our time with him was measured in hours, days, or weeks. Through great vet care and lots of love, our little guy made it 13 more months and to 2 more Christmas mornings. We were incredibly blessed to have him and we were lucky he chose us as his people.
Rex loved his two sisters, tail scratches, pillows, and the “happy birthday” song because he knew it meant he was about to get a doggy cake.
RIP Rex 2013-2024. A Damn Good Dawg with a big heart.
