We Say Good-Bye To Babs

Note: I first posted a picture of Junior, instead of Babs. I'm sorry. Babs is below. The mother and son have similar markings.


Back in April of this year, when we had our Good Friday crawfish boil, I said this:

Pictured below are the three Bassets that belong to my son and his family. In the foreground is Trigger, the father of the family. On the right is sweet Babs, the mother, who was supposed to have died of untreatable cancer some time ago, but is still here. She seems comfortable, is apparently not in pain, and is not off her food. In the rear is the dumb son of Babs and Trigger, Junior, one of the stupidest dogs ever. If you knock on that huge head of his, it rings hollow, proof of a very small brain.



The time has come for poor Babs. She lived far longer than anyone's expectations. She can no longer move around. Malignant tumors have spread throughout her body. Tomorrow is the day when my son's family will bid Babs, "Good-bye," to her time with them. She is a good dog and was an excellent mother to her large litter, although she was young at the time. Pray for heartsease for my son, his wife, and my grandson. Pray for Junior, who cries whenever his mother is out of his sight. I am not kidding. That great hulk of a dog is beside himself whenever his mother is at the vets or somewhere else than with him. It will be a sad day when sweet Babs will no longer be around.

My hope is that she will meet up with Rusty, the wonder dog, Ginger, from my childhood, and our many cats who have passed on to that better place where they can "Woof, woof!" and "Meow, meow!" and laugh about the crazy families that they left behind, knowing that one day we will all be together again.