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Tucker was born on July 3rd 1998 on a farm in Olean N.Y. At the time we
were looking for our first basset puppy and found out about him through
a news paper ad. We packed up the family and drove the hour drive to
meet him at his home. He weighed in at about 8 pounds and was the
remaining pup from a previous litter. A new litter of pups had been born
since then and we observed Tucker in a pen having a difficult time
making his way through to the food bowl with all the other hungry mouths
in with him.
We decided that he would come home with us and never have to struggle
for food again. Eating is one of his favorite hobbies now. A day doesn't
go by without him resting his chin on my knee at meal time looking for a
free sample or two. He waits patiently, without making a sound, for a
treat from the table. This is one of the highlights of my day as well as
his.
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He has
always stolen everyone's hearts, especially ours, with his silly antics,
funny noises and loving disposition. As I walk him through the
neighborhood now, people wave to him and say "Hiya Tucker" even though I
don't know their names, nor do they know mine, everyone knows Tucker.
You may be asking yourself, how did Tucker get his name? Let me
explain. While we were at the breeders house discussing basset puppies
in general with the owner, her son said to us that no one looked at him
or wanted him because he was always tired and sleeping. They thought he
was sick. My son Randy mentioned that maybe he's just tuckered out, thus
the name Tucker was decided. It turns out that a trip to the Vet the
following Monday revealed a severe case of worms that was passed onto
him by his Mother was draining the life out of him. our Vet
prescribed medication and Tucker sprung to life.
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May 27,2004 ~
Tucker is diagnosed with Canine Lymphoma.
After a battery of tests and surgery to biopsy one of Tucker's lymph
nodes the results come back. He is terminally ill with no chance of
recovering. There are treatments available for Canine Lymphoma although
they are expensive and not necessarily a cure, the drugs can put the
disease into remission for a limited time.
We made the tough decision to treat him with Prednisone instead of
chemotherapy and keep his quality and love for life intact. He is doing
well on the Prednisone and has already out lived the Vet's initial diagnosis.
For that we are thankful. We treasure everyday that Tucker can remain
with us.
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November 7,2004 ~
The day we have been dreading has arrived. Tucker
health deteriorated over the weekend. Watching him barely able to lift
his head or make his way through the house was very difficult. My poor
baby is telling me he needs to move on to a better place. We spent our
last weekend telling how much we love him and how much he will be
missed. He was refusing all of his favorite foods and didn't have it in
him to walk the neighborhood, his favorite activity, so we had no choice
but to hold him in our arms and tell him how much he is loved.
We said goodbye very peacefully Monday morning while we held him in our
arms. As he slipped away tears streamed down both of our cheeks.
Tucker's love will live on in our memories and our hearts. He was one of
a kind, nothing could ever fill the hole that was left in our hearts
when he left. Tucker, we always think about you and love you with all of
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