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“Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.”

– John Galsworthy

T-Bone, one of our family Bassett Hounds passed away last night during the lunar eclipse. Last year he was diagnosed with a painful medical condition called megacolon. He wasn’t expected to make it past the end of that week. However, with lots of pumpkin sandwiches he pulled through and made it almost a full year from his diagnosis.

Sadly, he went back down hill last night. My mom heard our other Bassett Hound, Pasquale, let out a grave howl. These Bassetts aren’t usually howlers as much as they are puffers and barkers. My mom knew something wasn’t right. She checked on them and T-Bone was back in poor condition. My mom and step-dad stayed with him last night until he was resting and then they headed in for the night.

This morning when it was time to let them out into the yard from their overnight pen, Mom discovered poor T-Bone outside of his dog house. Pasquale seemed to have said goodbye with his howl the night before as he barely made notice of T-Bone’s body. Mom said that T-Bone’s typical pancake sized lip was stuck on one of his teeth, leaving the world with a smile.

We’ll miss you Bone.

-JG