Ruger and Remington (Remi) were litter mates. We got them 7.5 years ago. Both were miniature long-haired dachshunds. Ruger, the male, was a black and tan, and the girl, Remi, copper-colored.
They were the only two in the litter, and inseparable.
The middle of last week Ruger started throwing up. Not unusual for dogs, and something they would get over in a day or two. But by Friday he was still sick so we brought him to the vet. They gave him something to settle his stomach, and he was fine the rest of the day and Saturday. Then Sunday he couldn't keep anything down. We called our vet first thing Monday, and they said to take him to the emergency animal hospital. As I was lifting him up, he had a violent seizure which lasted a minute. He never recovered, so we had to put him to sleep.
You know the unconditional love a dog shows, and how much pet owners love their furry family members. And how much it hurts when they go.
Worse, his sister has been looking everywhere for him, and just very depressed. At night she howls for him, and it is one of the most sorrowful sounds I have ever heard.
We miss you Ruger.
