Mr. T...

I got a sad email from Jason... he had to put sweet Tucker to sleep today. 

Tucker was the first dog I ever owned. When Jason and I adopted him from a shelter, he was a sad , skinny dog with heavy heartworms. He had been rescued by that shelter from a kill facility because his "time was up" there. I will never forget the minute Jason attached the leash on Tucker's collar to go home with us, Tucker perked up and walked us to our car. From that day on, his personality came out.

 

 

He made me laugh and smile with his funny expressions and antics. He loved peanut butter and going for walks so he could sniff everything he passed - he had an excellent Hound nose. He howled like any good Beagle would and snored with the best of them.  

 

He also frustrated me and scared me too when he would get out and go on sometime dangerous walks alone. For a while I worked at an office in the Hill Country and I took him to work with me. He usually slept all day under my desk. However, there were a few times that he would be outside and get out of the fenced area. Soon a full-on search party would be launched... only to find him hanging out at the local BBQ joint hoping for some scraps. He had followed his Hound nose. The miracle was that he crossed a very busy 4 lane highway to get there. God loved that little dog - that is the only way I can explain how he made that trip... more than once.

In the past few years, Tucker had fought Diabetes. He had been getting daily insulin injections and lost most of his sight. Recently his health had declined and Jason had to make a hard decision. My heart is sad both for Tucker and for Jason. I have been in this position before and know how hard this is. Everyone that met Tucker loved him. He was a patient, gentle soul that just wanted to be loved. And he was very loved...