SoxMunkey
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I am obviously not a new member here, but my situation is. My best friend Spartacus had to be put down a few weeks past. His organs were shutting down and he had internal bleeding. It was a very tough decision to have to have him put down, but after seeing him in the amount of pain that he was in, the weight loss that he was suffering... I could no longer sit buy and watch my friend go through what he was going through. My last action to him was looking in his eyes, and telling him that I love him. He understood. I kissed him good bye on his head and then he was taken away. He was nine years old.
The house still seems strange without him. His presence surely left a mark.
Moving two and a half weeks forward, I was just randomly checking the local animal shelters to see if there were any Bullies brought in. To my surprise, there was a two year old male that had been surrendered. I waited 35 minutes until the shelter had opened, was the first in line, and when the doors had opened, I rushed to where he was located. I've asked to walk him, played with him for a little, watched his demeanor and temperament (from all that I could see within 10 minutes), and put in my adoption papers for him.
I have recently brought him home. He is 56 pounds, and healthy... well, healthy by English Bully standards. His previous human was admitted to a hospice, so she could no longer care for him.
I have named him Maximus and he and I are already working on the Human/English Bully bonding thing. He seems like he is going to be alright. Although Maximus could never fill the huge paws of Spartacus, a new chapter has begun.



The house still seems strange without him. His presence surely left a mark.
Moving two and a half weeks forward, I was just randomly checking the local animal shelters to see if there were any Bullies brought in. To my surprise, there was a two year old male that had been surrendered. I waited 35 minutes until the shelter had opened, was the first in line, and when the doors had opened, I rushed to where he was located. I've asked to walk him, played with him for a little, watched his demeanor and temperament (from all that I could see within 10 minutes), and put in my adoption papers for him.
I have recently brought him home. He is 56 pounds, and healthy... well, healthy by English Bully standards. His previous human was admitted to a hospice, so she could no longer care for him.
I have named him Maximus and he and I are already working on the Human/English Bully bonding thing. He seems like he is going to be alright. Although Maximus could never fill the huge paws of Spartacus, a new chapter has begun.


