A previously undiagnosed abdominal tumor led to internal bleeding. On Tuesday he was trotting down the road, sniffing the plants, and on Saturday he was dead.
Gus (aka GusGus) came to us when a neighbor found him tied up and abandoned at a dog park in Los Angeles. She asked if we’d keep him overnight; we kept him for 10 years. He tended to be aggressive toward other dogs, but he was a sweetheart with people and a close buddy with our longtime canine head-of-household, Ella.
Late in his life we discovered that he wasn’t a mutt but a purebred Duck Tolling Retriever. And he had some lovable quirks. One was to vocalize — a sort of “woo woo” – when he was excited. Another was that in the mornings, after I’d fed him breakfast and he’d licked his bowl clean, he would come over and thank me by licking my hand. Every day.
We’ll miss you, Mr. Gus. Every day.