Tristan crosses the Rainbow Bridge this morning. As painful as this is, to see him so incapacitated, so confused, struggling so hard just to stand, soiled because of this inability, it is the right thing. He no longer has the dignity he so deserves. He was, and is, a regal dog. I hoped God would call him home, but Dr. Costa said his heart was strong. So we must do the unbearable, the unthinkable, the most painful, but the most loving thing we can do. My Tristan, I will miss you. Now you can run and play with your pal Gracie. She’s waiting. -Mom/Nana
How does one eulogize a dog? How can one possibly total up the "tail wags", the adoring looks at meal time, and the patience waiting for the smallest morsel of food. Over the past eleven years, Tristan had been the epitome of the faithful companion. Now, he lays there, his body riddled with cancer, having no desire to eat or drink. And we all wait. -Pop/Boompa
Tristan on his 11th birthday.
An older Tristan pic, I'm not even sure from when.
Tris playing with Livy at a recent family picnic.
Tris playing in water from a hose at the same picnic.
Me and Tris at Christmas 2003.
Tris relaxing in the living room.
Me and Tristan riding back from Marquette with Pop.
And we miss our other recently lost pets.
Bernie and Chiquita
Skunk
Gracie
