Monday, October 7, 2019

The End to Our Double Boxer Era — Goodbye to Wash

On Thursday, our gentle 11-year-old giant Wash suddenly went down. On Friday morning we had him put to sleep. Of all the dogs I've known in my lifetime I now realize that he was "my dog" more than any of them. He was embedded in my routine in a dozen tiny ways I never thought about.

As Tom said on Facebook, Wash was the opposite of Zoe, our other Boxer who died a few months ago. He was happy, curious, and playful as a Boxer should be. His soulful eyes added greatly to the Boxer look of "concerned curiosity" and he took that look seriously, he had to sniff every package or mail that came into the house.

Wash always was more aware of the television than other dogs we've had.
He particularly responded to dogs, sometimes without even hearing barking —
in the instance above the animated dog hadn't made a sound. Wash will bound over to
the television and brace himself on the console so he can bark back "in person."
When the dog disappeared mysteriously, he'd look for the interloper behind the TV
and then around the house.

We took it as a good omen that he died on the feast day of St. Francis. I am really glad that right before everything went downhill he went on a walk where he warned the other dogs that this was his street (by aggressively eating a mouthful of grass, an intellectual connection that the other dogs totally missed every time), drank from sprinklers, and checked out all the Halloween decorations in yards. In other words, he got to enjoy his life to the fullest to the very end.

He was a good dog and he will be missed by everyone who knew him.

In the meantime, Kaylee is doing her best to fill the void. As Tom says, "Even though we lost a pair of Boxers this year, we still have a half pair of briefs. (Sorry for the pun)"

Here are a couple of memories from the "double boxer" years.

The early years, Wash and Zoe

More grown up and tired out from "watching" football with the family.


  1. Mark and I had two Westies twice: Ruffis and Amanda and then Amanda and Joey; now I have Joey the Westie and Brandy the Norwich (so at least it's two terriers!). It's fun to have two of the same together, but I know how it feels when you lose one. I haven't decided what I should do when the inevitable happens . . . without Mark here!

    1. I can't imagine having one dog and not two. But I'm not in your situation ... so "feeling" my way under those circumstances would be something completely new. Kaylee is lonely but, of course, doesn't know quite why. She keeps double checking in certain situations (such as treat time) for if someone else is coming along ...

  2. This makes me so sad as Wash was just SO SWEET. His expressions were darling. I'm happy I got to spend a little time with him recently and I understand. He really kept track of you! Kaylee I'm sure is overwhelmed with all of the responsibility without his steady knowing all was well. P.S. Super cute that he was into the tv and went searching for new friends to play with!

  3. I'm so sorry for your loss and how it just magnify the loss of your Zoe too. I don't care what people say, we never have them long enough.