This is more towards the vetrens members of this site. Anyone remember this thread?:
For newer members, I'll give a short version. Back in May 2008, I lost my 9 year old Black Lab/ Pitbull mix (Fergus) to cancer in his stomach. Normally I wouldn't make this a huge deal (Normally I would cry for a couple of hours and become quiet for a few days). But Fergus was such a devoted dog and was very protective towards me. Every single morning when I wake up (whether I had school or work), there he was, right on my bed waking up as well stretching and inching towards me to say good morning. He was such a happy boy. He was so happy, that he didn't give any sign of being sick. None at all. My dad and I had no idea that there was a tumor growing in his stomach. It just grew and grew until it burst, making him collapse. My dad rushed him to a emergency vet. There was no way to save Fergus, so he had to be put down. I was so upset and heartbroken. I cried and didn't sleep for days. And it was even harder since I work with dogs for a living. My dad and I never got another dog or pet since.
That is until about nine months ago. I am now happy to say that I now have a purebred black lab puppy. I like you all to say hello to Mahoney.
Well this was when he was about 6 weeks old when my dad first brought him home. But he's now a 10 month old 90lbs lab. Don't believe me? Here's some proof lol
He's certainly no Fergus. But I do love him. Even thought he's going through his brat/testing stage that'll annoy the hell out of me to no end (at least when I bring him to work with me). But in the end I can't help but love the little (big lol) guy.
For newer members, I'll give a short version. Back in May 2008, I lost my 9 year old Black Lab/ Pitbull mix (Fergus) to cancer in his stomach. Normally I wouldn't make this a huge deal (Normally I would cry for a couple of hours and become quiet for a few days). But Fergus was such a devoted dog and was very protective towards me. Every single morning when I wake up (whether I had school or work), there he was, right on my bed waking up as well stretching and inching towards me to say good morning. He was such a happy boy. He was so happy, that he didn't give any sign of being sick. None at all. My dad and I had no idea that there was a tumor growing in his stomach. It just grew and grew until it burst, making him collapse. My dad rushed him to a emergency vet. There was no way to save Fergus, so he had to be put down. I was so upset and heartbroken. I cried and didn't sleep for days. And it was even harder since I work with dogs for a living. My dad and I never got another dog or pet since.
That is until about nine months ago. I am now happy to say that I now have a purebred black lab puppy. I like you all to say hello to Mahoney.

Well this was when he was about 6 weeks old when my dad first brought him home. But he's now a 10 month old 90lbs lab. Don't believe me? Here's some proof lol

He's certainly no Fergus. But I do love him. Even thought he's going through his brat/testing stage that'll annoy the hell out of me to no end (at least when I bring him to work with me). But in the end I can't help but love the little (big lol) guy.