The New Year started off about as terribly as possible. Tucker, my beautiful mastiff/rottweiler mix, passed away this morning.
My brother Kyle found him this morning. Looks like he died of something called
GDV, or stomach turning. I guess it's common in large dogs, but it was obviously a painful way to go and Kyle knows he wasn't feeling good last night. Kyle didn't think much of it because Tucker always had little problems with his stomach. . .but we had no idea it could end up like this.
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Tucker wasn't even 7 years old yet. He was still very active and rambunctious and loving. He loved to get his belly rubbed and would crawl his huge body across the ground if you beckoned. I know a lot of you were intimidated by his growling and barking, but once away from his "territory" Tucker loved everyone and was the sweetest dog alive.
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Tucker and his sister Chloe came from the same littler of puppies. They have never been separated. I'm so worried about her. They've always reminded me of the dogs from "Where the Red Fern Grows" and I'm afraid she'll fade away just like Little Ann. I don't live at home any longer so I can't be with her all the time, but it's going to be hard not to drive over there and cuddle her constantly.
I'll miss you, baby boy.