Farewell to Britzi...

This morning when Bandido and I arrived at Marjorie's house Britzi was not there to greet us. I thought that Marjorie had slept in and then she came out and told us the tragic news that Britzi had died yesterday at 3:15 pm at the Vet's. He was only 6 yrs old--too young to leave us. That is his picture in "Morning Walk" blog. We had taken the dogs with us yesterday morning to the hand carwash place in Chester and after we washed our cars we took a short walk and then had breakfast while the dogs rested in our cars. Britzi appeared fine. But on the way home and the rest of the morning he just could not find a comfortable way to lay and seemed very down. There was no vomiting, etc. but he was not himself. The Vet determined he probably had a tumor and bled to death. Now Marjorie must decide where to bury him or possibly do cremation. She has a big back yard but would need a back hoe to dig a hole deep enough for a big lab. The Vet gave her a couple of days to think about it. Poor Marjorie. We will all miss him--he was a very sweet dog. Bandido would not finish making the walk this morning--without Britzi to compete with, he just gave up and I had to carry him (bad knees). Tonight we went down to investigate the trail that runs behind the Chester Park. It goes by the beautiful Feather River and then branches off into the trees for a long way--we didn't go all the distance so do not know where it ends up. The Park has a wonderful playground for the children, picnic tables, a lot of horse shoe ringers and a co-ed adult group were playing softball. A typical summer evening in a small town. Then we investigated a new little race track at the Snowmobile Park--$20 for 10 minutes for adults and if underage $40 because they have to go through some teaching and training before they can go out into the track--after that it is $18 for 10 minutes for them whenever they come again. The owner says your arms can only take about 10 minutes because of all the turns! And he says he is priced $4 less than most places. It is called Heart-Attack Racing...hmm, well, not for me.