He was diagnosed with stage three lymphoma and could not handle the treatment from the Purdue University veterinary team.
He was the best dog anyone could ever ask for. No excessive barking, always happy to see you and gets pets. He never chewed on any shoes or barked at the mailman. He always ate his food and medicine and was happy to lay down all day and cuddle.
Even his little quirks were adorable to us. From the loud snoring, to gobs of drool. The heavy breathing in our faces first thing in the morning and his large body taking up the whole hallway. He was our best friend and we were happy to have him in our lives for as long as we did.
Six years ago, my (now) husband brought home the most amazing Christmas gift: an eight-week old Newfie that was as bigger than some fully grown toy breeds. He was just a big pile of fluff.
I have so many wonderful memories of him, like when he was losing his teeth, or when he swam for the first time. He'd let us put hats and glasses and t-shirts on him and every Christmas we would lay in front of the tree. He'd "sneak" up on the couch or bed, but always loved the tile floor during the Summer.
Everyone in the neighborhood knew his name and he made friends everywhere. Everyone wanted to pet the Newfie at Petsmart and even though we changed his food about 5 times, I was always happy to lug those 40lb bags of food home.
He loved to "gopher" walks and had a little bounce in his step while lumbering down the street. When we would "gopher" rides in the car, his head could stick out on window and his the out the other, all while his jowls flapped in the wind.
I'll always remember the thud we heard while he fumbled to the floor. And how he had a deathly fear of stairs. But he loved his milk jugs, ice cubes and cereal milk.
Goodbye my baby. You'll forever hold a place in my heart.
