It is with a heavy heart I write to tell you that our adopted friend, Spock, went to the rainbow bridge on March 28, 2014. Just shy of our second anniversary together, little friend went into kidney failure and stopped eating. Our vet tried for four days to bring him around with IV fluids and meds, but he didn't respond and still wouldn't eat, so we made the painful decision to let him go.
Spock (formerly Jake) was adopted in May of 2012, and enjoyed two good years as a spoiled best friend. He was (we think) about to turn 12, and got along remarkably well for a deaf, mostly blind old man. He was amazingly well behaved and calm. He never really showed any interest in playing, but he got very excited about his meal times and his peanut butter kong. He liked to follow me around like a little shadow, to go for long strolls around the neighborhood, and to nap in his cozy doggy bed. I built him a robot to dispense treats for him when I had to be at work.
Attached are a few pictures of Spock - sleeping with his tongue sticking out, tolerating another snow storm (we moved from Philly to Maine last summer, so he had to put up with a lot more snow and cold weather), and my favorite picture of his smily face.
Thank you again for entrusting him into my care. He was well loved and is now deeply missed.
Best regards,
Sara Walton
Old Town, Maine
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