My 14 year old pup died early Monday morning. On his birthday (October 9) we took him for a 2-mile walk around Audubon Park, and he did great. Unfortunately, he started to slip after that. Way less energy, and kinda hid/slept in the bedroom 24/7. This weekend it got ugly fast. Refused to eat. Throwing up. Barely moved. I certainly hope he had a great life. In June, the lass and I took he and our other dog on a 2-week road trip to Colorado. He hiked every day, played in the snow, flopped/swam around in streams with little regard for his safety. It was the trip of a lifetime, as it turns out, and I'm so glad he got one last hurrah before moving on.
Some interesting facts:
- when I lived in Knoxville, my old co-worker wanted to surprise me with a Kentucky-themed birthday cake. She got ahold of BBdK and asked him who my favorite player was, in order to use his jersey number in the design. Ever the prankster, he told her "#10, for sure. Karl Booker." Easily my most hated Wildcat ever. He sucked ***. She was so freaking proud to present me that cake with "my favorite player."
So when I got him a month later as a Christmas gift (from my old lady aka "Stringy," who is married with 4 kids now), I wanted to name him Rex. Thankfully, BBdK once again came to the rescue. "You should name him for your boy. Booker." And so it was.
- I picked him up from a farm in Winchester on December 9, 2006. The day he came home, '73 invited me to a basketball game. We beat Indiana that day, in Kelvin Sampson's first year as head coach. Even got a free t-shirt out of it, as they sat one on every lower arena seat in Rupp.
Feels really awful only have one dog around the house. I shall deem this "the new normal." Going to pick up his ashes and bring him home on Friday. Just trying to keep remembering all the good times.