Storms never last
Saturday afternoon our dog Quincy was attacked by four other dogs. When I got to him he was in pretty bad shape. The firefighters in Argo dressed his wounds until I could get him him more help. He was awake the whole way to the hospital, in his bed and wrapped in a towel. I got him to the Vet Hospital in Birmingham and they gave me a guarded prognosis that he would probably pull through but that his wounds were severe. Unfortunately, he went into cardiac arrest later that night and died.
Quincy had just turned 10 years old and was my companion for just about that whole time. His parents, Jackie and South, belong to Lee Shelton and a group of friends bought him from Lee for my 21st birthday present. He went with me to Minnesota and Texas and back again. He was there for one of Shannon and my first dates and was there at our wedding reception. Through some of my roughest times and through all of my traveling, he was by my side.
He was a Jack Russell Terrier who loved meeting people and chasing lizards and squirrels. He didn't like storms. He once made me take him for a walk around Lake Como in below zero temperatures and hosted two charity events at our house on Bryant Drive. He lived with too many different roommates and other pets in his life to name here. But it seems like everyone of them thought he was their dog too because of his friendly, laid back attitude.
His last day with us he was feeling great. He played in that snow we got, my dad came by and visited with us, and just before I let him out for the last time, he took a nap next to me while I rubbed his stomach and ears. He had a great last day.
Shannon and I are going to miss him. For our family, friends and roommates who ever shared a couch or some table scraps with him, I know you'll miss him too. Thank you for loving him like you did and for praying for us right now. We mourn that we don't get any more time with Quincy. We thank God we got to be friends with such a great dog.
Quincy had just turned 10 years old and was my companion for just about that whole time. His parents, Jackie and South, belong to Lee Shelton and a group of friends bought him from Lee for my 21st birthday present. He went with me to Minnesota and Texas and back again. He was there for one of Shannon and my first dates and was there at our wedding reception. Through some of my roughest times and through all of my traveling, he was by my side.
He was a Jack Russell Terrier who loved meeting people and chasing lizards and squirrels. He didn't like storms. He once made me take him for a walk around Lake Como in below zero temperatures and hosted two charity events at our house on Bryant Drive. He lived with too many different roommates and other pets in his life to name here. But it seems like everyone of them thought he was their dog too because of his friendly, laid back attitude.
His last day with us he was feeling great. He played in that snow we got, my dad came by and visited with us, and just before I let him out for the last time, he took a nap next to me while I rubbed his stomach and ears. He had a great last day.
Shannon and I are going to miss him. For our family, friends and roommates who ever shared a couch or some table scraps with him, I know you'll miss him too. Thank you for loving him like you did and for praying for us right now. We mourn that we don't get any more time with Quincy. We thank God we got to be friends with such a great dog.