Tucker is a Jack Russell Terrier. One of Shelly's
dogs provided stud service for this litter. The
puppies were given to her because the owner of the
mother decided she didn't want any puppies after
Tucker came to live with us in the fall of 2002.
He had been sold as a young puppy but
unfortunately, he didn't end up in a very good home.
Tucker was rescued from an abusive situation. A
type of stress-related mange had set in, and Tucker
had virtually no hair and open sores all over his
small body. The vet Shelly took him to didn't hold
out much hope for him, so she brought him to us. I
took him to my vet who put him on medication that
he had to take for 6 months. Tucker also had to go
to the vet's office every 2 weeks for 6 months to
be dipped in a solution to control the mange. After
a few months, Tucker's hair started to grow back
and he seemed to be recovering from the trauma he
experienced in his first home. He has become a
very happy, well adjusted little guy.
One of Tucker's favorite pastimes is chasing water
as it comes out of the hose or chasing the water as
it comes out of the sprinkling system. Either way,
he loves to get wet. He hasn't shown any interest in
the swimming pool, however. Maybe that'll come
We rescued Tucker's littermate, Rusty, in March
of 2004. Tucker and Rusty were separated for 18
months before finally being reunited at my house.
After the first day or two, they started spending a
lot of time playing together just as I'm sure they
had played when they were young puppies. Tucker
has never interacted with any of the other dogs the
way he does with Rusty. I really wonder if there
isn't something present that is triggering memories
of their younger days together, and that they
actually realize that they are brothers. Time will
In the meantime, I will give them both all the love
and attention that they so desperately crave. They
certainly deserve the best life that we can give
|TUCKER'S FIRST CHRISTMAS -
|TUCKER'S HAIR WAS JUST
STARTING TO GROW BACK
|TUCKER'S HAIR IS ALMOST ALL
|TUCKER DECIDED TO SIT IN THE
FOUNTAIN BEFORE I HAD A
CHANCE TO CLEAN IT OUT AFTER
A HEAVY RAIN. HE LOVES
WATER, NO MATTER WHERE IT
|TUCKER CHASING A BUG
|WHAT DID YOU SAY??????
|BROTHERS REUNITED AFTER 18
|BROTHERLY LOVE AS AMBER &
MAX OBSERVE FROM A SAFE
|My sweet boy.....It just doesn't seem possible that you have left us. You were only nine years
old...just a baby considering that most of our furkids have been with us well into their teens. And
where did this lung cancer come from, striking you so suddenly and fiercely? On July 1 you were
playing with the water hose, spraying the water all over the pool deck and chasing your brother,
Rusty, around the pool while he was swimming....your favorite pastime. On July 2 you were
coughing and a trip to the emergency clinic revealed a tumor and a terminal diagnosis. You would
only live for a short time. This left all of us in shock. How could this happen to you....to us?
Chemo therapy was the only option but even chemo wouldn't make the tumor completely disappear.
With the chemo you might have had up to 2 months. But we had to try and give you a better
quality of life, even if it was short. So we elected to start the chemo treatments. You received
four weekly treatments. The primary tumor did get a little smaller but numerous smaller tumors
began to develop. You had no chance to survive this, but you were so brave and tried your best
to live your last days happy and content. You received a special surprise package from the
"Crossed Paws" group......a very special group of bloggers. (Click HERE for photos of that day).
You loved your new toys, especially the Wubba that you had to have with you all the time. You
were unwilling to share that with even your closest packmates and friends. And you loved all the
treats. The Barbequed Squirrels were your favorite along with the Chicken Jerky. These were
the last gifts that you truly enjoyed before the cancer took over two days later.
You ate your last meal on Saturday and then refused food. By Tuesday you were beginning to tell
us that you were ready to begin your journey to your new life....a life where you would be young
and pain-free once again. A final trip to the oncologist revealed that the tumor was beginning to
block your airway and there was no stopping it now. We had to say goodbye to you on that day.
Tucker, it's so hard for us without you here.....without that perpetual smile you always seemed to
have on your little face and the cute way you always tilted your head when we talked to you as if
you were absorbing every word. As I wake up each morning, I still look for you and you just
aren't here. But I know that you are safe in my heart and the hearts of all who loved you so
much. I can never say "Goodbye" to you. So I will just say "See You Later" my Little Guy!
(Tucker's original story continues below)
|This is the last picture taken of Tucker still
clutching his Wubba. It was taken just before
that final trip to the vet...8/2/11
|This is a video of Tucker taken just a couple of
months before his death, playing with the water hose.
|This photo of Tucker won a spot in the 2010
"Page a Day" calendar, sold world-wide. It
appeared on June 18, 2010.
|You will probably want to click the stop button on the
webpage music media player located at the top left of
this page before watching this video.
THANK YOU CATHERINE FOR SENDING IT TO ME
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