I haven’t posted in a couple of days. It’s really bugging me, but then I haven’t felt like writing either.
Timber, our Siberian Husky, died on Thursday afternoon. He was 14 and 1/2 years old. We found out on Thursday that he had a mass in his lungs which was making it very hard for him to breathe. He had masses on his liver too, and he was unable to eat.
He became part of our family when he was 7 and 1/2 weeks old. He and Koko (our now 15 year old Chow) were our first attempts at some type of “parental responsibility”. We didn’t quite plan that our “first attempt” would last for 11 years until Davey was finally born!
Timber was the most loving, gentle and goofy dog you could imagine. If you’ve known Siberian Huskies, they have many similar traits, so you have an idea of what he was like.
So I thought that today, I would write about Timber’s life and some of the fun goofy things he did. There were a lot of them because Timber acted like a puppy until he was nearly 12.
But then this morning I woke up, and I thought to myself – “ok that’s enough. I’m ready for Timber to come home now!”
So since he is not, I think I will try writing about him again tomorrow.