Sunday, November 10, 2013

Goodbye Crouton.


Crouton.

 
Last night, we had to unexpectedly say goodbye to our funny little mop-dog, Crouton. It was very sudden - he went from normal silly dog to very sick in less than a day. Steve took him to the vet last night and after hearing that he was very ill and that his prognosis was not very good, had to make the difficult decision to end his suffering and put him to sleep.

Oh, sweet baby Croutie! We didn't expect to lose you so soon! We are going to miss your funny little face.

Remember when we first got you from the Oakland Animal Shelter? You were a scared little stray. And you always were a skittish dog, more like a cat. But affectionate in your way, too. The shelter had you down as "Spoof" but Steve decided to name you "Crouton." "Like a seasoned piece of toast?" I asked, incredulous. But the name stuck, and it fit you!

Remember how you and Omie would play? Remember the time you ripped apart my ugly sock creature? That was fun.

Crouton


Remember the way you used to fly off the back porch? You were superdog!

Crouton


Oh, how you loved food! You looked like a mop, but cleaned the kitchen floor like a Hoover! You were always so healthy and strong. We joked that it was hybrid vigor - you looked funny but you would outlive us all! I am sorry that wasn't true. You were always there to eat anything that Joe decided he didn't like. He was and is a picky eater, so that was a lot. With you gone, I will have to sweep the kitchen floor more regularly.

Crouton.

You and Joe had your moments and you didn't always get along (it took Joe a long time to learn to touch you nicely!), but mostly you were friends.

Crouton.

Crouton.

Crouton.


You and Omie were good friends. Omie misses you too. Remember the time you both ran away together? You stuck together, bless your little hearts, and a nice lady turned you into the pound. We were so worried about you! You silly adventurer. You never lost your stray-dog wanderlust, and Omie would follow you anywhere!

Crouton.

Crouton.

You were an absolute expert at sleep. You slept at the end of the bed and kept my feet warm for seven years, love.

Crouton.



It's so hard to say goodbye. Rest in peace, sweet Croutersons.


Crouton.

21 comments:

  1. Oh, Joe and Crouton both have curly little mops in these pictures! This is such a nice post! Miss you Crouton, you improbable little pooch.

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    1. He was always pretty weird, but also, a good little spirit. Curly headed, underbite spirit. Love ya, Crouts.

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  2. Oh I'm so sorry. What a beautiful tribute. Hugs.

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    1. Thanks Carla! He was pretty easy to tribute - not very well behaved, but a ton of personality. :-)

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  3. Doesn't seem that long ago that you brought him home, but it's also really hard to imagine Omie as a lone pooch again. Big hugs.

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    1. I know! It's so hard to believe that we had him seven whole years! I guess I've known you and Ammon for a while now, huh? So glad to have you in my life!

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  4. oh i am so sorry, inder. losing a pet is so hard. i loved reading all about your days together, though. the photo of the two dogs together, looking up, is fantastic.

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    1. You can bet someone was standing behind the camera with food for that shot ... I don't remember, but I KNOW.

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  5. What a great Crouton Retrospective! I'm sorry you had to say goodbye, honey - you gave that boy a loving, stable home and all the happy years inside it, even when it wasn't easy (housetraining, anyone?) I remember taking Crouton trail running with me a few times back in 2007-09: what a surprise to see his bloodhound roots take hold once we left the pavement and entered the woods! He'd put his wee black nose to the ground and take off running, sailing over fallen logs, hurtling through mud puddles and rocks, only to double back, make sure the Human was still behind him, then surge forward once more as if to say, "Hurry! Timmy's in the well again!" He easily doubled or tripled my mileage. Given his palpable sense of urgency, I often wondered what he thought was at the end of the trail - free food and butt sniffs forever? Endless acres of stinky deliciousness to roll in? Whatever his motivation, I realized quickly that I had underestimated this little mop on wheels: his cuddly fluffiness belied the heart of a champion.

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    1. Hey Stef, thank you for stopping by and commenting. I remember that too! He was skittish in the city, but a natural in the woods and an adventurer always.

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  6. Huge hugs Inder xx
    Such lovely memories and photos

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  7. Oh, dear little mop of a thing. What a sweet tribute.

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  8. I'm so sorry for your loss. Pets do really become part of the family.

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    1. They do! After seven years of snuggles and escapades and annoyances, it's so hard to believe he's gone!

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  9. Oh, dear! What a sweet, lovely dog, and such amazing photos! I feel connected to the poor little fellow just because you transcribed the Omie and Crouton Song on my blog. Take care, all.

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    1. "Omie and Crouton, they eat from bowls. They poop outside. Dogs have bones." That is SUCH a good song!!! :-)

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  10. Oh Inder, I am so so sorry.
    xxx N

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  11. Oh, I'm so sorry to hear about little Crouton. I can tell what a special place he had in your heart. And that picture of Joe on the potty with Crouton underfoot is just about the sweetest picture of a boy and his dog one can imagine.

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