RIP Huckleberry, We Will Miss You Always

This post is long overdue.  It should have been published on the day it happened, September 8th, but it was just too hard to get myself in front of a keyboard and put it out there for the public. 

Huckleberry, the greatest dog that ever lived, has passed away. He was only 5 years old. 

On September 28th I took him to the vet and dropped about $500 on tests. He'd been sick for a few weeks, but honestly the only symptom seemed to be a decrease in appetite. He refused so many kinds of dog food that we tried human food, but our good boi would turn down that too. With his weight loss noticeable, I took him in. 

I expected the doctor to tell us he had some parasite or an allergy. Instead, before she even ordered the labs she told me she thought it was cancer, lymphoma to be precise. Sympathetically, but firmly, she said "He will be gone by Halloween."

WTH. 

"And if we treat it?" I asked. 

"Then he will still be gone by this time next year, but he'll have spent a lot of that time sick from the chemo."

But, she then backed up a little and said that I should wait until next Tuesday for the blood results before making any decisions.  (Monday was Labor Day)

On the way home, distraught, I took Huck for a car ride and let him explore the expansive fields north of the airport. 

I kept the news secret for a day before I couldn't bear it alone. After work the next day Lisa sent me to pick up dog stairs to help him get into the bed, after noticing he suddenly had trouble making the leap. 

Late Friday I was rattled by a disconcerting phone message from the vet, telling me if Huckleberry were to decline rapidly over the weekend and was suffering, I should take him to XX for euthanasia . .  . just how advanced did she fear it was????

Tuesday we got the answer, It was cancer, it was bad, and it had affected his stomach as well, causing some internal bleeding. We started him on 2 medicines and continued to pamper him like mad. 

The prohibition on dogs riding in my car? Temporarily lifted. 

If someone went out, Huckleberry went with them. 

Each day he declined a noticeable degree. His attempts to get on the bed were sadder and sadder. We booked a camping excursion with the intent of taking him on one last adventure, and booked it for the second week of September. He would not live to see it.  

Meanwhile everyone spent time with him, friends stopped in to see him, and he spent time at the dog park with Lulu

and Lisa and I, with my MIL in tow, took him to a sniff spot in Kenosha County, where he and Sawyer had sole possession of two acres in which to roam. 

Unfortunately, by that time he was declining  quite a bit, got tuckered out, and largely just lounged. Not that there's anything wrong with taking it easy. 

We made the decision to put him down, scheduling it for September 8th, only 11 days after his diagnosis, as he was beginning to suffer, and his bowel movements were liquid and he no longer always had the strength to get outside fast enough to dispose of it there. 

My friend Seth heard of Huckleberry's illness and dropped off plentiful treats for his last day

Likewise, my long time friend Tre asked if Huckle could come over and visit. He and his family gave me a chocolate bar to give him in his last moments - "no one should die without knowing the goodness of chocolate" he said - and my Godson TJ walked him around their block. Although it wore out Huck, he enjoyed it immensely. 

His last day he was taken to the dog park and pampered throughout the day. When I got home from work a little early, Lisa, Junie, and I took him to the vet. I have pictures, but will not post them here. He wagged his tail for the vet (he was Huckle until the end), and devoured with relish that Hershey bar Tre bought him. 

 Lisa sang to him as he passed away 

HE'S THE BESTEST BOI AND WE LOVE HIMMMMM

SOOOO MUCH 

HUCKLEBERRY HUCKLEBERRY HUCKLEBERRYYYYYYYYYYY

HE'S THE BEST

And then he was gone. And so was a huge part of our hearts. 

Ewwwww

 Tonight I saw a rat in the wild for the first time. 

It was on 22nd and Clybourn. I had just dropped off Junie's friend and I was waiting to make sure she got in her house safely, when a rat walked out from beneath a parked car. 

It looked up at me, seemed to smirk, then ran across the street and under another car. 

Ew

Ew

Ew

Kudos to my hometown tho'. 51 years living here, in dense urban neighborhoods, and I'd never seen a rat? Good luck going 51 *hours* in Chicago.  Thanks Milwaukee!

Robert Redford

Robert Redford, the man who may have been the greatest film actor of the last sixty years, passed away in his sleep today. He was 89.

His on-screen career stretched from the 1950's through 2019, from all-time classics like Barefoot in the Park and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, to Marvel movies like Avengers: Endgame.

I remember him best from 3 Days of the Condor, The Natural, and All is Lost. I thought about that last one just the other day. An old man, alone on a sinking sailboat, facing death with all the fury and stubborn refusal to die as someone a third his age - and not one word of dialouge. A powerful performance by a wonderful actor. 

RIP

update: Charlie Kirk Has Been Assasinated

The charismatic and popular leader of a conservative movement on college campuses, Charlie Kirk was just the victim of an attempted assassination at a rally in Utah.

I pray he survives, but from the video, I don't think it's likely. 

The MSM was quick, of course, to describe him as "right wing," using that as an insult, but while his beliefs were - no, ARE - conservative, I always found him respectful of his opposition and willing to listen.  The fact that he'd listen and not be swayed angered the Left all the more.

The online comments from the Left about the shooting are, as expected, disgusting and embarrassing.  If the shoe was on the other foot, there is no leftist in the world where I would mock their pain, root for their death, or celebrate their killer.  You can disagree without hating the other person, and there is ZERO excuse for political violence. 

Good luck Charlie.  You're in my prayers. 

Update: he has passed away. RIP

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul and the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.

Davey Johnson

Davey Johnson, the umiquitous MLB manager who led the Mets to a World title in 1986, has passed away.  He was 82.

To me, Johnson seemed to always either be managing in the bigs (he managed the Mets, Reds, Orioles, Dodgers, and Nationals) or in talks to do so.  Frankly, it's kinda odd to realize MLB has, to date, survived 12 years without his employment. 

RIP sir. 

A Close Call

I took Sawyer on a very brief car ride around the neighborhood, really nothing more than an excuse to park my car for the night. A large racoon ran across the road, bringing me to a stop. The racoon went no further than the tree on the curb, climbed up about four feet - car window height - and just casually made eye contact with Sawyer.

Who was in the back seat. 

Alone. 

With the window rolled most of the way down.

These thoughts ran through my head in order, and I instantly lunged for his leash, catching him more than halfway out the window.

Serves me right for taking him with me. 

Junie Starts College

Today our Junie, our youngest, started college.  COLLEGE! 

The days are long, but the years get shorter and shorter. 

She reports that her first class - Philosophy of AI - was "dope." And yes, you Mike Rowe cultists, that has a practical application to her career choice.

Congratulations Junie! Kick some butt!