Yesterday I came home to some very terrible news. I walked into my parents' house happy, only to leave crying...
My brother and I were out for my boyfriend's 25th birthday dinner on Saturday night and my parents were out for my aunt's 50th birthday party. Well my brother and I did not come home that night, maybe for a good reason. My parents came home to find that one of our dogs, Barkley, was not at the back door. Charlie was acting strange and howling, I know Beagles are known for that, but he usually just barks.
Well my mom and dad went looking around the yard and my dad found him on the side all bloody, not breathing and paralyzed. All the little details aside, they took him to an emergency vet at 11PM at night and they had to put him down. They found a part of a cat claw in him and one of his legs was crushed and his spine snapped. His trachea had collapsed and he was breathing through a puncture in his throat.
He was attacked by a mountain lion. Oh the prices that you sometimes pay for living in a beautiful area near the mountains... Everyone misses him so much, we are thankful for having him as long as we did, 11 years. Barkley was a Jack Russell Terrier, and as you may or may not know they have quite the personalities, he did not put that fact to shame.
I think the one that is suffering the most from this is his brother Charlie, they did after all live with each other for 11 years. He whimpered all night last night and he just sits all mopey in his bed or crate. We have been taking him on walks to get his mind off of it, it works temporarily. Hopefully he will recover.
I do have some pictures of him and his favorite things...
Barkley and his infamous ball.
Keeping warm next to Charlie and my sewing.
Keeping warm in the sun.
Sitting with my dad on the coach, oh how he loved to be a lap dog!
