Tex...We hardly knew ya'

I adopted Tex labor Day weekend 2001. He passed over the rainbow bridge on December 4, 2004 at 3:30 am. He was a great dog and I miss him greatly.

Here is Tex's Christmas pic:


Tex was severely abused as a puppy. When I adopted him he would hunch down and pee if I approached him. It took 1.5 years to really get him to socialize with people and other dogs.

Tex loved to chase tennis balls and would chase as long as you threw. When we would go to friends' to play, he would chase tennis balls and periodically stop and jump in a watering trough filled with water. In the picture you can see Cody is also wet. Cody would jump in and then dive under the water: we call him The Sub Commander.



Tex had bilateral hip dysplasia, and so getting up and down was painful but he was always ready to jump up and lay his head on your lap to be petted. If you know much about rescue dogs, you know that they love to be loved.

When I got home from work, Tex was lying right outside the doggy door and he couldn't move. He did wag his tail when he saw me. It was 1 A.M., and so I called a very good friend and he helped me carry Tex on a sleeping bag to my Excursion. By the time we unloaded him at the Emergency Vet Clinic, he was on his way out. I was so sick. I loved him so much and I was going to lose him; he was the second dog I ever owned and the first to die. I still miss him. I have his ashes still sitting on the kitchen table; there is some comfort in knowing he is home.

I can't wait to get to heaven and see Tex again, this time running without pain and chasing all the tennis balls he want. After our reunion, we'll cross the bridge together to be with our Creator.