Our charmingly incorrigible, clown Trigger has died. Trigger was only 6 years old (best we can tell). He was a big goofy Bassett Hound who had theme music when he walked (dopey,dopey, dope, dope...). David used to say Trigger was the coolest dog we ever had because he was so stupid that he forgot who we were when we left and greeted us as if we were wonderful new people that he could charm. Yesterday, Trigger stopped using his hind legs and was pitifully dragging himself a few feet at a time because he wanted to still follow us around. He was diagnosed with a ruptured spinal disc. The Vet gave him steroids but by this morning, they still had not worked so we had to put him to sleep. He went peacefully with Jeffrey and I in attendance. We will miss him. I loved watching him cavort around the house. Such a goof!
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