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Buckarooo

Adopted March 20, 1999

Rooo 
1995 - July 1, 2002 
 

In February of 1999, I began corresponding with Vikki of Michigan Coonhound Rescue.  On March 20, Vikki and Buckarooo, a Treeing Walker Coonhound arrived at our New Hampshire home--Vik for a visit, Buckarooo to stay. Rooo is a very well behaved boy; Vikki had done a wonderful job with him so it's hard to believe that she'd had him since December of 1997!  The only reason we can imagine is that people might have been put off by his size, he is very large! Rooo settled in very nicely, but after several months started exhibiting strange behaviors and appeared very fearful.  At first it was thought to be behavioral, but after visits with specialists, Rooo was diagnosed with a neurological disorder.  He was having partial seizures that were leaving him confused and fearful.   

At the beginning, medication was very successful at stopping his seizures, but over the months, Buckarooo's seizures started coming more and more frequently in spite of trying new medications and upping the dosage.  He started becoming very agitated about 24 hours before a seizure and was inconsolable.  As time went on, it took longer and longer for him to come out of the seizures.  After the seizure was over, he would often lie on his bed staring straight ahead and be unresponsive for hours. When he finally did begin to come out of it, he would be confused and scared.  He often wouldn't recognize us or the other dogs and his fear could cause him to become very aggressive.  By June 2002, Buckarooo was having seizures most days.  On July 1, he looked at us pleading to make it stop; and that evening, we helped him cross to the Bridge.

Buckarooo added so much to our lives during the short time he was with us. He left such a huge hole in our hearts and our lives.  We miss you sweet boy.

 

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Buckarooo

Handsome Rooo, our big boy!

 

There's nothing like a good run!

Buckarooo

 

Buckarooo

Rooo looks forward to his daily ear rubs.

 

       When the Time Comes

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

        - Unknown

 

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