Well it came quick- like pulling off a bandaid, I guess.
For the past couple of days he has been sick, actually for a couple weeks he's been different. It turns out he had massive cancer and arthritis in the spine. Due to his breed and size (the vet says he was close to 99 in human years) they think it came on fast and aggressive.
He could clear a room in seconds flat with his flatulant flair and he whined whenever we were separated, by even a screen door. He could destroy any dog-toy in mere minutes, and stuffed animals didn't stand a chance- once Grace gave the ok! He loved to run and chase slobbery tennis balls, and he lived for walks in nature. He loved the girls, and was a constant companion to Grace. He never outgrew the sweet, loyal puppy that came to heal our hearts.
Ford was a good dog. We got him just after Terry passed away and he was named after him. A few months later we got pregnant with Grace. He was the start of our family life- before Ford we were just a couple with a cat named Killer. He was mostly Shawn's dog, but we all loved him so very much.
Grace also mentioned that we will have to clean up our own messes now! Ford was always ready with his big pink tongue should a morsel fall from the table or a toddlers outstretched hand. He helped Grace learn to walk and even consented to her riding him like the horse he was. That amazing dog even handled our feline explosion last year- where we had 12 cats at one point.
I'll have to search for more photos, I know we took a lot with actual film in the beginning and put together a slide show the the wonderful 8 years that we got to share with the best dog ever.