Weiser (a.k.a.  Bud, My Buddy Weiser, Stinky Butt) 

 

August 29th, 1991 ~ January 10, 2006

 

Our Buddy Weiser, You are Forever in our Hearts.

 

 

    I brought Weiser home when he was at a very precious age of 5 weeks old.  In my opinion, too young to be separated from his mother, who wasn't even on the premises when I went to check the litter out.  

 

This is Weiser around 6-8 weeks of age & 8 - 10 weeks in the grass:

    But, I considered his chances, and being the runt of the litter, I didn't feel he had much of one unless he was mine.

 

    I remember driving home with him and a couple of friends trying to think of a name.  One of my friends reminded me of a visit we had all made to the Budweiser brewery in Merrimack, NH.  There we came about the Dalmatians in the barn that are infamous for accompanying the Budweiser Team of Clydesdales.  One was aptly named Weiser, which I became very fond of and me being such a big fan of Budweiser, I thought it was a perfect name for a buddy.  So that is how I came to naming him Weiser.

   

    At 3 months old, he was already able to sit, lay down and stay without any effort.  I crate trained him, but I couldn't resist allowing him to cuddle with me at night, which is a very, very bad habit to start.  

    If you are familiar with the pit bull breeds, you know that they have short hair, and like to curl up under the covers or nest in the blankets, leaving you out in the cold for the most part. 

 

Ah, but their so damned cute, you'd hate to wake 'em to get your covers back, right?  Well,  we came up with a solution to that.  Just add more covers to your bed!  

 

I tried to break Weiser of the habit of sleeping with me, but he used to sit by my bed and wait until he thought I was asleep and creep up, one paw at a time, really, really slow, and careful not to make the mattress move, then curl up real quick as if he were there the whole time.  It was cute to watch for a while, but then before long he'd just take the whole bed over again.  So I started saying "No" as soon as the first paw was on the bed.  So for his next trick, he'd go down to the end of the bed, and sneak up under the covers from the bottom and crawl up to the top, or just curl up under them on the bottom.  Needless to say, I never broke him of the habit of sleeping with me. 

 

 

    When Vee and I got married, Weiser inherited a step sister, Zoe.  Zoe was a Samoyed Husky and liked to "rule the roost".  She made Weiser's life a little difficult, he had to tip toe around her, because she really didn't like him being in the same room as her.  It was more stressful for her, moving into a new house that already had a strange dog in it.  We unfortunately lost Zoë in the Fall of 2001 to kidney failure.  Weiser even searched for her in all her favorite resting spots for a few days. It was hard on all of us.

She is forever in our hearts.

 

    At Ten years old, Weiser acquired a new sister and brother, Jak and Cowgirl.   They had brought new life to him.  He loved having other pits to run with.  Which had shown us how much he has slowed down over the years. 

 

 

 

  

At thirteen he acquired another sister, Daisy Mae.

 

At Fourteen he had trouble with his back legs, was practically deaf, occasionally had a seizure and was really showing his age, but still got around quite a bit.  We tried to make him as comfortable as we could.

 

Jan. 11, 2006

 

 

Weiser had the most gentle soul and was an excellent example of what great companions the pit bull breeds make.  Kids could lay on top of him, pull his tail and ears, even at 14 and in pain, he would never utter a whimper.  He would just look up at me and hope I would help him out of the situation. In his day, he could run circles around a grey hound and would hang on a rope from a tree for hours entertaining himself after he wore his friends out.  He was not only my pet, but best friend (apart from my husband).  He came into my life during a difficult time, I had just lost my brother, and he was a big part of that healing process for me and my whole family. There was a time that we were never separated.  He was always with me on camping trips, parties or just hanging out, he was always there by my side.  As the years wore on him, and the house grew fuller with younger pups running circles around him, Weiser slowed down pretty fast.  I knew "the day" would be creeping up and I feared it like nothing else. We had brought him to the vet a week ago to the day to end Weiser's suffering, but the vet had other options that I gladly rather have tried.  I couldn't bring myself to let go of him.  Selfish on my part, I admit.  Unfortunately, it only bought us just one more week with him.  Another week of sleepless nights trying to ease his sufferings. Another week of carrying him up and down the stairs and following him around the yard to help him up when his legs gave out.  On top of it, the vet believed he had a tumor in his brain that was causing seizures in addition to his ruptured disc and severely bad hip dysphasia.  He was being so doped up that he would be a lump in the corner one minute and when his meds wore off, he would just howl in pain and lay there panting heavy.  It is no way for my buddy Weiser, or any pet, to live out the rest of their days.  We did what we could and could do no more for him.  January 10th, 2006 was the most difficult day I have ever had to endure. 

 

Rest in peace my friend, you are un-replaceable and will forever be in our hearts.

 

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