Skippy, R.I.P.

We had to put Skippy to sleep. Last weekend we discovered that he had yet another tumor on his left hind leg. As most of you know Skippy had to have his front right leg amputated in September, because he had bone cancer. He was doing great after the surgery and recovered well. About a month after his amputation he started limping and not putting pressure on his left hind leg. It was actually funny because he got around better on two legs than three. Within the last month he seemed to be in pain and when you pet him he was becoming skin and bones. So, after watching him face plant for the 1000th time while trying to get up off of his bed, we agonized over it for a week and decided it was time for him to be out of pain. We took him to our vet in the work van. He LOVED the work van. Mark put his bed in the center and he with all his might jumped up into the van. This killed us because we knew what we were doing to him and he thought he was going for a fun ride in the sweet van. The boy's tearfully (and I mean THIS is what killed me) said goodbye to their faithful, loving friend. When we got to the vet he came out and lovingly administered a sedative to him right in the van so we didn't have to move him to a cold metal table in an exam room. Skippy passed away around 6:30pm on his favorite pillow in his favorite place to be, the van. We had Skippy for over 10 years and he I didn't know how much I loved him until he got sick with cancer and through his recovery of the amputation I came to realize how much I loved this dog. Rest in peace my friend, rest in peace. We will miss you.