It pains me to make this post, but just wanted to share a bit of the great life of my little buddy who left us on Monday evening. Maddie (a super fit German Shorthaired Pointer/Lab mutt) was already a few years old when I met my wife and I was glad to get nearly a decade with her. She was 13 when she died, so definitely lived a good and VERY full, active life.
Here she is as a pup:
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We had fun skiing Red Lodge together after the mountain closed. Here she is hauling balls down the mountain chasing my wife:
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We lived in Lewistown for a while, where she LOVED her daily swims in the Big Spring Creek:
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At Crystal Lake, MT:
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Then living in Big Sky afforded her the best life a dog could EVER ask for with many, many, many hikes:
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When we had our children, she became a wonderful nanny dog (there's that lab for ya), who guarded our newborns like a hawk:
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Bud sadly for the old girl who wanted nothing more than to have children around, she was elderly by the time we had them. She LOVED kids and would always freak out when any children were around. She started to become a bit more stoic and aloof than she used to be. Here she is looking pensive out our back door which overlooked a beautiful mountain ridge:
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She had been going downhill for nearly a year now, but lately her hip dysplasia really caught up to her and she couldn't get up on her own or lay down. We took her to the vet to get a wellness check and they informed us that her time was getting near. We took her home and I ran to the grocery store to buy her a big juicy steak. Have been really pampering her these last couple of weeks with lots of yummy treats, cuddles, and all the table scraps she'd always begged for but never got until now.
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After a rough weekend where it was clear she was suffering, we knew it was time. It was tough for us to accept, as she was a tough old thing and NEVER wanted to indicate pain in front of our other dog who was really starting to try and assert herself and take over as alpha, so she never cried, whimpered, barked, or anything. Took it all in stride like the tough little badass she was. I went to the store on Monday to buy her more steak and a big slab of bacon for her which I cooked up an hour before she died. Her final meal:
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Lastly, here's some dock diving stoke from Flathead Lake. Man that dog was athletic:
When we took her to the vet, I carried her in since she could barely walk. We laid down her favorite big blanket for her, and she curled up and put her head on my lap. She seemed very much at peace for the first time in a while. After she went to sleep, I bawled like a little baby (which I wasn't expecting since I never do, we wrapped her up in the blanket, and took her to some land my sister lives on where we got to bury her by an old oak tree. We gave her a nice little funeral, all said a few words about our favorite memories with her, the kids gave her one final pat on the head, and all participated in shoveling the dirt. It really was beautiful and a good send off for a rad dog who brought our little family a ton of joy.
You'll be missed, ol' girl. Thanks for the great journey we've had together.
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