After a incredible 14 years of life, Trooper passed away on Thursday.
Trooper was Jeff’s first and only dog, a chocolate lab, a great companion and friend.
I only knew Trooper during the second half of his life, but I have many great memories. Him grabbing my sleeve, humping Jeff when he was picked up from my house, the first seizure he had in my care (he was epileptic), his intolerance for Zeus, his puzzlement at Sally, the way he folded his front paws, his drool, his insistence on opening the bathroom door everytime I was peeing so he could get to his waterbowl for a drink, the tooth marks he left in my metal spray nozzle on my garden hose, and his love for noisey toys.
It is hard to watch a dog get old. I watched Winger and Surf get sick and pass away relatively quickly. It hasn’t been easy watching Trooper slow down, grey, and age these last few years. I hope his spirit has now been rejuvenated and he finds his old buddies Winger and Surf in whatever afterlife awaits us.
Here are a few memories of Trooper:
It is strange having just one dog in our house now.