This past week the family dog Doc passed away. She was getting old so we knew it would happen eventually but it was seemed to happen too fast. Doc joined the family in 2000 and was with us for more that 11 years. One of my earliest memories of her was playing tug-o-war with my stuffed soccer ball. She was a happy and playful dog when she was young. I also enjoyed playing fetch with her on occasion.
One time in sixth grade one of my friends gave me a whole bunch of candy bars for letting borrow some books. I walked in my room the next day to find all the candy bars gone and the wrappers strewn about. Doc did have her naughty moments, though I'm glad she didn't die earlier from consuming all that chocolate. She would eat anything.
Doc loved walks. That was something we had in common. Whenever I needed to think or even just get out of the house for a bit (or both) I could always count on Doc to give me a reason to go out for walk. We have been on many walks together.
It was also fun bringing her on the beach trips and watching her run around and explore.
We knew that her time was coming for a while and one of my biggest fears was that she would just be thrown away. I was happy to hear that Dad took her on the dear hunt into the woods to bury her. I feel she deserved a proper burial.
Doc will be greatly missed by all of us. She was a good friend and family member
so I thought she deserved a tribute. Farewell Doc!