Today’s post is not about a card. Today’s post is about my beautiful dog Payton who we had to put down yesterday.
Payton came to live with me in 2005 when I found him in my yard. He was a full blooded Chocolate Lab and someone had lost a great dog they had spent quality time with because he was already trained to sit, stay, come, leash and even an electric fence.
We never knew exactly how old he was but estimated him in 2005 as being somewhere between 2-4. We had another dog then too, Jake, a 4 year old Chow. Jake gave permission for Payton to stay and they were best of buddies until Jake died in 2013. Shortly after Payton came to us he and Jake did a door dash and took off into the neighborhood. Jake was known for this and always returned within an hour. This time, Jake came back but Payton did not. We searched and searched, put up flyers and called the vet and shelters. No word. 6 days after his disappearance, 10PM I hear whimpering at the front door and there he was. He was a real mess. We don’t know for sure what happened but suspect he had been hit by a vehicle. He had a broken his hip in three places and had air outside of his lungs from the blow. The vet told me to be prepared that he might not make it. I told him he was wrong. Payton had come home to me after 6 days hurt and scared. If he was going to die he wouldn’t have come home. And he didn’t die.
We put in an electric fence shortly there after and that put a stop to most of his wandering tendencies although he had a few more adventures through the years. Just this summer he decided to wander and couldn’t find his way home. Someone found him and took him to the animal shelter. I had to post his bail to get him out.
All in all, he was a great great dog. Loved everyone, and never had a mean bone in his body. He protected Jake and took love from our cats. His most recent task was to train our new dog Hank to the rules of the house. Hank knows his boundaries because of Payton.