Fritz

I will try to make this fast.
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Yesterday we buried our little boy Fritz.  He had major complications of dog diabetes.  The vet had his ashes returned to us.   We put his box of ashes in a plastic container and placed it in a small hole near the lake.  A pretty concrete block was placed on top of the  hole appropriately.  
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As many of you who have lost a pet know, this has not been an easy week for us.  I keep remembering situations and places and events that Fritz shared with us.  Fritz was born on January 7, 2002 and died March 19, 2014.  He was in bad shape those last few days.   He would lay down and not move except to eat - even to the end, eating was his favorite choice of activities.  He was a good boy.

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We were living in Pflugerville when my girl Mandy died.  This left little Greta all alone during the day while we were at school.  We searched the want-advs and computer for a black and tan wire-hair dachshund.  Pepper Creek farms near Hearne advertised a litter.  We called and made an appointment to drive up there.  
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We took Greta thinking we would need to see her reaction to a new puppy.   They brought this little pup - we put Greta on the floor - the puppy paid no attention to Greta - Greta paid zero attention to the little boy.  In our discussions, we had decided to find a boy and breed him to Greta.
They were a great pair...played together...ate together...were a great pair.
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When it came breeding time, Fritz had the right idea, but his skills were lacking - AND - we were not experienced enough to help the situation any.  We had no puppies and both dogs were fixed soon after.  Greta was probably too little for kids anyway.
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That is enough.  I could tell tales.  I won't.  We miss Fritz.  I am still unable to talk about his out loud.  It may take a while.  He was a good hunter, a great dog, a bad lover, quick to voice his opinions, and a terrific eater, able to eat anything at a drop of a morsel.   Ice - the boy would kill for a bowl of crushed ice.  He had a particularly annoying high pitched yelp when he needed to go outside.   I miss the sound of his voice.
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