... Ripley passed over the Rainbow Bridge today. While tests were inconclusive, pretty much everything but a tumor or neurological problem were ruled out, neither fix-able. He got progressively worse the past two weeks, and finally couldn't walk this morning. We put him to sleep. He will be cremated and buried with Slade in Illinois.
We will miss his happy, fun personality, and his 70-pound lapdog tendencies. Evenings just won't be the same without him making a quick tour to each family member to get pet and then sitting by the fridge waiting for his Puperoni treat. Or him putting his head on my laptop keyboard so I would pet him instead of type. And, of course, our laps will be colder this winter without him. Good-bye Ripley-Dip. Thank you for the 9 1/2 years of laughs and kisses.
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He always tried to be a well behaved dog. But damn was it hard. Playing was so much more fun!
RIP Ripley!
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