This morning I found out that our family dog, Biscuit, had passed away around 4:00 am. My parents had boarded him at the vet on Friday. He was throwing up Friday morning but after he calmed down, they dropped him off and he seemed ok. They were going away for the weekend for my brother’s graduation and couldn’t take him with them. Apparently he had another episode Saturday night and the vet called to alert my parents, but they didn’t seem worried.
They got a call this morning saying he was checked on around 3:00 am and was fine, but when checked on again around 4:00 am he was gone.
Biscuit was a good dog. He was almost 16 years old next month, he lived a long and happy life. We got him when I was 10 years old (that tells you hold old I am!), I remember begging my parents to get him for my brother and I. They surprised us with him when we were staying with my Grandma one summer. It was the best surprise!
I remember when I was 10 I made lots of promises to walk Biscuit and feed him and take care of him. I wanted him to be my dog. But at such a young age with school and everything else going on my mom ended up taking care of him more than my brother and I.
Biscuit was always her dog.
He loved her most because she walked him and fed him and took care of him the most. I understand all that more now that I am old enough and responsible enough to take care of my own dog, but having a dog in the family growing up was always a good thing!
This is the most recent picture we have of Biscuit. When Jackson was down in Virginia last week my mom took both of them to have their picture taken. I always laugh at this picture because Jackson is leaning away from Biscuit ever so slightly.
Biscuit snapped at Jackson when he was a puppy to let him know who was boss, so Jacks has always been a little leery of him. But it’s still a good picture of the family pups!
Biscuit lived a good life. In the past few years he had gone deaf and his seeing was going more recently. Getting old as a dog or a human is a bitch! I am so very sad for his loss and even more sad for my parents who have to go home to a puppy-less house. I am happy that he passed away at the doctor’s and not at home with my parents. I believe that makes things easier for everyone. He went when he was ready and he wanted to go alone.
Biscuit, we love you and you will be missed. I hope you enjoy puppy heaven, I’m sure it’s lovely there.