Ellis, Our Boxer
My beloved Boxer passed away last Thursday. We were completely devastated. Not only because he was only 3 years old, but because, to Zack and I, he was our child. We raised him, trained him, loved him. He was the best dog I’ve ever owned and the first time I’ve had to make that hard decision. It was the right decision. He had cancer, and it was progressing rapidly. We’ve been dealing with it since last August. He was better on steroids for about 5 weeks, but in the last 9 days he really took a turn for the worst.
It kills me that we were such good owners – trained him well, fed him grain-free, etc. but he still had to suffer and eventually his body couldn’t handle it.
I’m sorry for such a somber post, but I wanted to share what’s going on in our lives. Unfortunately, all the stress has kicked me right off the primal bandwagon. I was eating crap and feeling like crap. It didn’t help that I was in Georgia for Christmas and Las Vegas a week after that (but no excuses). I made a commitment (again) to myself and went to the store on Friday to get back on the right track.
