When we rescued Sadie, we also rescued her litter mate, Goober.
Goober was a puppy of beauty and he was also a mean little shit. He used to lay on his side and bark at his sister until you would look at him and yell, “Goobie! You’re barking!”
He could open doors. He knew that walks happened at 4 pm and when Julia was done with her nap. He was EXCEPTIONAL at letting J know her nap time was over.
One day he started coughing up blood, 7 1/2 hours later, he was gone from a massive congenital heart defect.
He was 18 months old.
Julia and I believe with all our hearts that he was put on this earth to remind us that joy can overcome pain and that sometimes you have to pick up the loud ones.
Every so often one of the bassets play with a basset we can’t see and someone calls out, “Hey Goobie! We love you!"
Much love, y’all.