Toby came to us a few years ago from a friend who did not have the right space for him, Toby needed us, he needed space. He came to us and after his first summer of acting like a lunatic around all the farm animals he became the perfect dog. He was sweet, loving, he was Toby. This boy won my heart and the hearts of all of those who were around him, he would come over and after a bit of craziness and slobber, he would lean on your leg with all of his 165 pounds. All he wanted was for his big, soft ears to be rubbed and to be talked to.
If he came up to you and you were sitting at our camp fire he would want to sit on your lap or so close to you that he might as well have been on your lap. The boy just wanted some love, don't we all?
We lost Dublin at the end of 2015 and I figured we would have at least four years until we would have to deal with this again, but I was wrong.
Toby was fine and then all of a sudden he was not himself, I'm not kidding, he went from a young dog to an old dog in less than two weeks. It was fast, the vet said it may be lymphoma, we tried some things, and then he was gone.
His last day was a good one. I fed him his breakfast of scrambled eggs and gave him some love. He hung out with me by the pool, napped on the patio, napped on the back porch, got some love from Shannon and the kids, and then after a trip to the wading pool...he was gone.
I was dreading having to decide whether or not we should put him down (I did not want him to suffer), and just like all dogs, he made the selfless decision to go on his own. I swear he knew that I was worried about him and what to do. He knew that we were leaving to visit my parents on Long Island this weekend, and he knew I did not want to leave him...so he left us.
When you love someone hard it hurts so much when they are gone, but life would not be the same without them. Animals are good. Dogs are good.
Toby was a good boy.