This is a really hard blog post to write.
We lost our 13-year-old beloved Sheltie, Sarge, last week to a farm accident. He was deaf and visually impaired, and as such was at risk for such things, but we were not ready to say goodbye yet.
He was my constant devoted companion. I told lots of stories about him over the years, especially about his agility classes, thunderstorm phobias, and farm escapades.
He loved the cold and snowy weather. His coat was made for breaking a trail in the powder. It was also incredible as a sticker magnet. He loved backing up to anyone to get his rump scratched.
He had definitely slowed down the last year or two. Like many shelties, he had arthritis that was managed. He could not jump up on furniture easily or get into cars on his own at the end. The saddest symptom was the dementia. He was starting to get lost, which was a problem out here in the country. I had him on a CBD product which helped.
I miss my buddy. I miss tripping over him. I miss his fuzzy rump.
