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This is not a typical thread for me and seems a bit creepy.....but he was family and its best others know how i truly feel about "a mans best friend".
My 8 year old pitbull named “Kobe” passed away in our home last night shortly before midnight. We was battling lymphoma cancer for the last few weeks. Im a guy who treats his pets as family so Chemotherapy was the only option. At the beginning, Docs said he had a 85% chance for a full recovery. He never responded to the chemo very well and nothing seemed to work. The docs constantly assured us he never felt any pain though this whole process as this type of cancer is not painful with dogs. I can only prey he never felt pain. I don’t want to get into the details of how it happened as it only makes me break down.
A few memories of “A mans best friend”
1- He was raised around two cats until 6 months old, so he had a few characteristics of what cats act like (be it good or bad). He would sleep in a ball and loved to cuddle. He always pawed at the grass after he took his business. He sniffed everyone like a cat would. And people thought he was the perfect cat in a dogs body. Understand everyone who knew his wanted to take him home because he was so sweet and reflected nothing of a stereotypical pitbull was.
2- He would bite and pick up a tree limb 4 times the weight of this own body and lift his back two legs off the ground to balance to weight, he would run in a goofy manner with only his two front legs, gasping for air he would run like the wind……the little guy had heart. And he was a runt, only 50lbs full grown, most thought he was still a puppy and this is what kept him so cute
3- We watched out other dog (choc lab) swim and retrieve logs and freebies in a lake for his first two years. We waited and cryed on the shore until he returned each time……most pitbull owners know most wont swim. Well he got sick of watching her have fun on day and finally took the plunge. He never looked back and swam more then the lab would…..that’s heart!
4- He would dive for salmon when we lived in Alaska….he never got one, but he knew something was alive under him in the water. It was a site to see, he could dive for salmon and not return to the surface for over 30 seconds…that’s heart!
5- A good friend named Ken (Indyman96) would come over and load up to ride. I would wait until Ken had his hands full and send the hounds loose…..Ken would drop all his gear and Kobe was always the first to reach “Uncle Ken”…..Kobe knew him as “Uncle Ken”…..Ken would lay in the lawn or front driveway and give Kobe all the love he wanted.
All in all, I knew we gave him a great life…..and he gave us many many great memories, miss ya buddy (Kobe)
My 8 year old pitbull named “Kobe” passed away in our home last night shortly before midnight. We was battling lymphoma cancer for the last few weeks. Im a guy who treats his pets as family so Chemotherapy was the only option. At the beginning, Docs said he had a 85% chance for a full recovery. He never responded to the chemo very well and nothing seemed to work. The docs constantly assured us he never felt any pain though this whole process as this type of cancer is not painful with dogs. I can only prey he never felt pain. I don’t want to get into the details of how it happened as it only makes me break down.
A few memories of “A mans best friend”
1- He was raised around two cats until 6 months old, so he had a few characteristics of what cats act like (be it good or bad). He would sleep in a ball and loved to cuddle. He always pawed at the grass after he took his business. He sniffed everyone like a cat would. And people thought he was the perfect cat in a dogs body. Understand everyone who knew his wanted to take him home because he was so sweet and reflected nothing of a stereotypical pitbull was.
2- He would bite and pick up a tree limb 4 times the weight of this own body and lift his back two legs off the ground to balance to weight, he would run in a goofy manner with only his two front legs, gasping for air he would run like the wind……the little guy had heart. And he was a runt, only 50lbs full grown, most thought he was still a puppy and this is what kept him so cute
3- We watched out other dog (choc lab) swim and retrieve logs and freebies in a lake for his first two years. We waited and cryed on the shore until he returned each time……most pitbull owners know most wont swim. Well he got sick of watching her have fun on day and finally took the plunge. He never looked back and swam more then the lab would…..that’s heart!
4- He would dive for salmon when we lived in Alaska….he never got one, but he knew something was alive under him in the water. It was a site to see, he could dive for salmon and not return to the surface for over 30 seconds…that’s heart!
5- A good friend named Ken (Indyman96) would come over and load up to ride. I would wait until Ken had his hands full and send the hounds loose…..Ken would drop all his gear and Kobe was always the first to reach “Uncle Ken”…..Kobe knew him as “Uncle Ken”…..Ken would lay in the lawn or front driveway and give Kobe all the love he wanted.
All in all, I knew we gave him a great life…..and he gave us many many great memories, miss ya buddy (Kobe)
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