Roscoe at 4 months old, when he came to us. Since then he's grown to 26" tall, and weighs about 50 lbs.
Roscoe (left) checks out Callie, the new girl, on Jun 29, 2000.
Roscoe came to me from the pound - sort of. He was my neighbor's dog, a runner. Every day he found his way out of the yard, if they left him outside.
Finally, she had enough, and when he ended up in
the pound one too many times, (Nov. 1999) she came to us, and told us, if we wanted him, we could get him from the pound. Well, obviously, we did, and he hasn't run since - except for one time, when he went "walk-about" in the neighborhood :)
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After he developed the allergies, his energy level went further and further down. He could not walk further than 1/2 block without succumbing to terrible itching fits. The last few
weeks, he would have allergic reactions to every food I offered, and by the end of the year, the bridge of his nose had a layer of crust 1/16 of an inch thick and about 1.5 inch wide. His ears were so crusted and raw, that I could not clean them for him without hurting this gentle, tolerant, fun loving creature. His eyes stayed swollen, his eyebrows puffy, pus-filled, crusty little mounds above those woeful eyes. He kept looking at me as if he was asking for me to make it all better - but I
could not.
Yes, he was still happy to see us come home - but then he'd sit down and scratch himself raw. He enjoyed eating - but after 2 hours he'd break out, no matter what I fed him.
The vet had a few more suggestions what we could try to prolong his life an other year or 2 - maybe - without guarantee it would work. I decided to quit - quit the agony, quit the medicines, quit the vet visits - the unfounded hopes that maybe this pill, or that shot, or what not food would relieve his
pain and itching.
After he passed in my lap, I kissed my finger tips and blew my kiss into the sky to help his soul travel lighter through the blue skies of Texas - across the Rainbow Bridge.
Update 7-4-2003: Roscoe has developed severe allergies and is one miserable canine.
Update 12-30-2003: I took him across the Rainbow Bridge this morning at 9:30 a.m. It was a beautiful, cool, clear winter day - not a cloud in the sky. Little birds were taking speedy baths in cold puddles. It was a fine day for a walk across the Rainbow Bridge. Fairwell, my Bumble Butt - you're missed terribly.`
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