Sad woos, again, Furiends.
On Sunday our humans had to go away again. My Mom has a messed up wrist; she says we did it when we dragged her behind the dog sled a couple winters ago, we disagree, but she had have surgery on it! She had to go see a special doctor in Vancouver.
Our friend, Uncle Todd, was taking care of us. He took care of us when the humans went to Costa Rica too and we were all really good!
Monday night, Uncle Todd, came home and found Founder laying in the snow and he wouldn't get up! So he called our Mom who told him what to do. Founder always was a drama king who liked to pretend he was really hurt when he wasn't!
Uncle Todd got Founder in the house and settled on his favorite blanket. He called Mom and told her everything seemed to be fine, but it wasn't. A couple hours later, Founder died in his sleep! Poor Uncle Todd had to call our humans at 2am to tell them that...that could not have been fun!
Mom and Dad came home as soon as they could. They were very upset that they were not here when one of us needed them, but we know Founder knew he was loved and he was not alone.
Dad took Founder's body to our vet, the nice Dr. Candace. He was worried that someone had poisoned him or that he got into something that could hurt the rest of us. Mom was very worried that there had been a fight and Founder died from his injuries, even though his body didn't look like he had been fighting.
Dr. Candace found that Founder had a big tumour on his heart. It got so big that his heart couldn't beat anymore. Founder didn't suffer or feel any pain; he just slipped away. That makes all our hurty hearts feel a bit better.
Founder was a real nice dog. He was friends with everyone. He loved to get his butt scratched . He was always telling stories and yaking at the humans. He met everyone at the gate with a big WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. It's real quiet here without him!
Good-bye Founder. We will miss you. We love you.
Sad wooos
Tehya the babydog, who is tired of saying goodbye to her furiends.
