Pippin 2007-2017
This morning, 7/11/17, my pup Pippin died. He'd been with us since he was 3 months old. We got him in August of 2007. These are all pretty old pictures of him. As he got older, he was diagnosed with epilepsy and it made him grumpy and he didn't like his picture taken as much. We used to joke that he thought we were trying to steal his soul because he would run away whenever he saw a camera or a phone pointed at him. It's been a rough day. Not being greeted by his angry barks changing to happy yaps when he thought a stranger was coming in but then he realized it was one of his people coming home has been the hardest thing. He didn't like people who weren't in his family. The only people he ever really tolerated in his presence were me, my brother, and my mom. Now it's just Darwin and Daisy sitting quietly by the door. My mom said he laid down beside her, made a noise, and she looked over and he wasn't breathing. She's convinced that because she had him climb the steps last night (because she usually had him sleep in the room with her and he wouldn't let us pick him up) that it accelerated whatever had been making him sick and ultimately killed him. Honestly I think if we hadn't gotten him upstairs last night, he would've died alone in his crate, which he hated. I'm glad that he got to be next to the person he loved most - my mom. He no longer has to suffer his increasingly worse seizures or his chronic back pain, so for that I'm glad he's at peace. I'll miss the grumpy little bastard, this place doesn't feel right without him.
