Sunday night at about 7:00 pm we had to put our precious Thor to sleep.
He was the worlds best dog (I know everyone says that..but really it was true). I was fortunate enough to find Thor at the Humane Society in Oregon when he was 8 weeks old in 1997. There was a litter of 6 puppies someone has thrown in a ditch. He was meant to be mine. THe minute the man brought him thru the door, he leaped out of his arms into mine. And there he stayed…….until he was 45 lbs. The poor guy endured me carrying him around like a baby until he was too big. And he LOVED IT!!!!
All through his puppy life he was great. He never barked, never chewed, was never hyper, he was just perfect. He grew up with Zeus (my friends Boxer) and did everything he did………that was his idol.
Thor went everywhere with me. I just packed everything and moved to Cleveland…so did Thor….he was well travelled.
His favorite thing to do (besides love on kids) was his ball….poor thing would play fetch until he couldnt move! He was diagnoised with hip dysplasia when he was a year old but never let it stop him. He was obsessed…..
He had been with me thru thick and thin….always stood by me….
I think he thought he won the lottery when I met Moose….that man loved him as much as I did. Immediately…..the first time Thor met him he jumped in his car! That was his immediate buddy! And he was sooo good to him.
Thor was the dog that even “non-dog” people fell in love with. He had that personality….He was big and goofy looking and had the sweetest eyes…..I was putty in his paws.
I think deep down I knew it was coming….On the 7th we came home from Mooses’ parents house and THor would not move once we got home. He gets like that when his hips hurt, so we chalked it up to that. Moose was trying to help him up and had Thor around his hips, when Thor bit him. He had never in his life bit anyone, never even nipped. So we let him lay there. He finally got up when he was ready.
Then Sunday he was not moving again….we noticed later in the day he was having a hard time breathing. I looked at his gums and they were white. I knew that wasnt good. When we took him to the ER they did xrays and found that his chest and abdomen were full of fluid. The vet was great…she said we could tap his chest and do surgery but that she could only guarantee us that it was 10-20% chance she could fix him.
We really couldnt do that to him. That would be just for us…….he would be miserable and since it was most likely heart failure it would happen again.
We had to let him go……We were there when he stopped breathing and thankfully it was quick.
Never in my life was I prepared for this, I always thought, “he has a few more years”. He was a good boy and now he is pain free and loving it……..
We love you Thor!!!
8/2/1997 – 2/8/2009








