Our beloved big red dog Clifford, 08-177, crossed the bridge last Thursday afternoon. Unfortunately he was a victim of his own good (?) genetics, i.e. large size doesn't make for a long life among dogs. In the end he was suffering from Liver failure, severe arthritis and several other afflictions. He was not eating and lost 10%+ of his weight in a short period of time. It broke our hearts to watch him have trouble staying upright during his increasingly shorter walks. He just wasn't the playful Clifford we all loved.
At 110 pounds, without an ounce of it being extra, he was one athletic guy. Our next door neighbors were in constant awe as he flew after his Frisbee. As one often remarked, he almost could touch the moon when he jumped. Clifford is perhaps the dog that came the farthest while in our care. He came to us as a foster with a history of aggression to small dogs. He had been in multiple homes that had difficulty controlling his high prey drive. And after a short stay with us, it was evident that Cliff was not going to be an easy placement. He desperately needed a family that wouldn’t let him get into trouble ever again. So in the end he became our failed foster. If anyone ever questioned the value of dog rescue they only have to read Clifford’s success story. During his second year with us, Clifford earned the Canine Good Citizenship Award. As he aged he continued to mellow too. He learned to be a reliable doggie daycare companion to small dogs. He learned to be a great companion to our grandson. He learned to fill our days with joy as we went from full-time employment to part-time to being fully retired. We will miss him for the rest of our lives. RIP Clifford.
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