Acquired: Rescue / shelter organization
Posted November 1, 2015
When I was in college, I was battling fierce depression. I decided that maybe a dog would help. I went to the shelter just to look, and I met Travis. He was gentle and sweet. He was the only dog not going crazy and barking. He was just super happy. I fell in love immediately, but wasn't prepared to take him home right then. I went home, and thought about him for the rest of the day. I called my mom and told her about him. The next morning, my mom called me to let me know she had paid the adoption fee, and put money in my account to buy him all the things he needed. I went back to the shelter, and when I walked back to get him, he was hopping around and smiling. I know he knew who I was, and that I was there to take him home.
Travis was a happy lazy dog. He loved to snuggle, and ride in the passenger seat in the car. Even if someone else was riding, he would sit on their lap. He loved my family, and even became best friends with my roommate's cat. They liked to watch TV together on the couch.
He loved long walks and chicken strips. He hardly ever barked or howled. In fact, I can only think of twice that he howled; once when he jumped down from the couch and landed awkwardly, and once the first time he met my dad.
He was a wonderful dog. Unfortunately, right around his 12th birthday, he started having seizures. I rushed him to the vet, but they couldn't find anything. This happened again about a month later, and they found growths on his skull that were pressing on his brain. The vet gave us some pain meds, and we scheduled a time to put him down. It was one of the toughest things I've ever been through. I miss my sweet beagle. He was a great companion, and helped me through a lot of my depression. He was such a good dog, and I'm glad I got to be with him for the final years of his life.